The shrine quieted again.
Elden stood alone at its center, wind brushing past him like the breath of gods. The three obelisks behind him had sunk back into the ground. The Trial of Truth was complete—but not the end.
Fenrir hovered high above in the divine veil, gaze locked onto the solitary figure below.
"He passed the first trial without flinching. Time to see how he handles the second."
He murmured.
[Initiating Trial of Conflict. Would you like to select a custom opponent?]
The system intoned.
"Yes. Use my old self, but tone it down."
Fenrir replied.
[Specify form.]
"My body before I became a god. Sword-class, enhanced reflexes, full aura control. Draw directly from my memories."
[Constructing battle projection. Estimated karma cost: 20. Confirm?]
"Do it."
There was a flash of red light within the shrine. Dust and wind exploded outward. And then, standing before Elden where once there was nothing, was a warrior clad in black.
