Void Walker

The platform rose again, carrying Leon and his team into silence. No ambient hum. No elemental pulse. Not even the Tower's usual pressure.

It was as if the Tower didn't want them to be here.

The air thickened—not physically, but mentally. Thoughts felt slower. Doubt crept at the edges.

And yet—

Leon stood tall.

The newly evolved Crown of Concord floated above him like a ring of steady light, no longer sharp or heavy, but constant. His presence acted like a quiet flame in the dark—small, but undeniable.

The doors opened.

And for the first time—

They saw a room with no enemy, no terrain, no test.

Just a hallway. Narrow. Straight. Lined with smooth obsidian walls that mirrored their faces—but twisted. Their reflections whispered things they didn't say. Smiled when they didn't. Moved when they stood still.

Kael broke the silence. "Illusions?"

"No," Roselia said. "Recordings. Of other versions of us."