Outside the massive dark iron doors of the Endless Tower, the oppressive silence of the black obsidian corridor reigned supreme.
The blinding suffocating white light radiating from the threshold had completely vanished the exact second Klaus had stepped inside.
Now, the double doors were just dark, silent iron, offering absolutely no hint of the nightmare occurring behind them.
Mirela had been pacing the landing for what felt like hours. Her goat ears twitched nervously with every imaginary sound.
She clutched her moon-crystal staff with her eyes locked onto the dark metal.
Anya sat quietly on the top step of the spiral staircase, her purple eyes tracing the ancient runes carved into the floor.
She knew what was happening inside, which was the Trial, but she couldn't intervene… Neither did she know exactly what he was doing.
"It's been too long," Mirela whispered, chewing nervously on her lower lip. "Anya, how long does the trial usually take? Is he... is he stuck?"
