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The stone archway cracked open like an eye blinking awake, revealing a dim passage pulsing with ambient blue light. Trial Three awaited.
As Verena, Isolde, and Vivienne stepped through, a surge of air swept over them—cold, dry, and laced with the scent of burnt starlight and petrichor. The corridor was longer than the previous ones, flanked with mirrored walls that distorted their reflections. Vivienne clutched Verena's sleeve tighter, while Isolde walked ahead like she owned the place.
"So… what's the theme for this one?" Verena asked, cautiously.
Isolde stopped at the threshold of the next chamber. "Air, most likely."
Verena blinked. "Isn't that the logic trial?"
The answer came not from Isolde, but from the sudden disembodied voice that rang across the chamber:
"Trial of Air: The Labyrinth of Mind. Only those who think without being consumed, who see beyond what is shown, may pass. You are now inside the Spiral Reflection."
