Within a chamber of endless grass field beneath a sky too blue to be real, a boy with black hair and crimson eyes walked calmly.
He wore a blindfold over his eyes. But his step didn't falter.
It had been a few minutes since Alden started his trial and he had already started hearing noises inside his head.
Deceptive and distorted voice, trying to tempt him to open the blindfold.
"Don't trust him…"
"Please—run—"
"Open your blindfold."
"It's all fake."
The whispers were growing louder as he walked forward. They weren't yelling. They weren't mocking.
Instead… they just sounded broken.
But Alden didn't stop nor did he remove the blindfold.
Just then—
His [Spirit Domain] picked up a movement as a smirk appeared on his face.
Got you, fucker.
His body moved before his mind did.
In one smooth motion, his Sword of Chaos materialized in his hand, the blade already twisting mid-motion into a long black spear.
Without turning or saying a word, he stabbed it backward.
