[Twenty-Seventh Trial: The Hall of Reflections.]
Kyle frowned and gripped his katana tighter instinctively, though he doubted that combat would be the main challenge here.
His reflection stared back at him from every angle, but something about the mirrored images unsettled him — they didn't move as he did.
'I'm guessing this won't be as simple as walking through,' he thought.
The voice boomed through the chamber once again:
[Face yourself. Only truth will light your path.]
With those words, the chamber began to shift. Kyle's reflections stepped out from the walls, becoming solid copies of him. Each held a weapon, though their eyes glowed an unnatural silver.
'Fighting against my clones... That would be interesting.'
Kyle raised his katana and lunged at the nearest copy, but his blade passed straight through it, meeting no resistance.
Kyle straightened and lowered his weapon. It didn't seem like this was a combat trial.