The trial chamber was beautiful in a way that made Dante immediately suspicious.
Crystalline walls rose around them in a perfect circle, catching the light and scattering it into soft rainbows that danced across the polished floor. Eight doorways stood evenly spaced around the perimeter, each one leading to a smaller room visible through an archway of shimmering glass.
"One room for each of us," Vex observed. "Private consultations, I assume."
"The trial separates us." Dante walked toward the center of the chamber where a pedestal rose from the floor, covered in the same ancient Sylvani script he recognized from the dark spire. "Each person enters their room alone. Something inside tells us... things."
"What kind of things?" Astrid asked.
