The heavy gates groaned as they swung open, revealing a vast courtyard shrouded in twilight. Seraphine led the way, her eyes scanning every shadow. The air was thick with ancient magic, humming softly beneath their feet.
The sentinel stepped aside but warned, "To proceed, each of you must face the Trial of Reflection. Only those pure in purpose may enter the heart of Aeloria."
Riven exchanged glances with Lysara and Kael. The path ahead was clear, but perilous.
One by one, they approached a shimmering pool at the center of the courtyard. As each looked into its depths, the water's surface rippled, revealing not just their reflections, but their deepest fears and regrets.
Riven's heart pounded as visions of past failures and lost comrades haunted him. Doubts gnawed at his resolve — could he overcome the darkness within himself?
Lysara's trial brought memories of betrayal, forcing her to confront her own guarded heart. Kael wrestled with the weight of leadership and the lives dependent on his strength.
When it was Seraphine's turn, the pool showed a future marred by devastation if they failed.
Emerging from the trial, their bonds had deepened. The courtyard's shadows receded, granting them passage deeper into the Citadel.
But as they moved forward, the feeling of unseen eyes watching grew stronger. Danger lurked, waiting to test their unity.