The final trial chamber existed in a space between spaces.
They entered through an archway of black stone and emerged into something that looked like a courtroom designed by architects who had never seen humans: towering walls of polished obsidian, galleries of empty seats rising toward a ceiling lost in shadow, and at the center of it all a raised platform where eight pedestals waited in a perfect circle.
"This is..." Ravenna trailed off, her demon senses straining against something the room was doing to her perception.
"The Trial of Weight." Dante stepped onto the platform first, and one of the pedestals glowed softly in response. "Each of us confesses a secret publicly, or we lose a skill point. No negotiations, no alternatives."
"A skill point?" Leon's face went pale. "That's permanent damage. That's months of training just... gone."
