• Dawn is Almost Upon Us

As usual, the whiteness at the beginning of every Trial stretched endlessly around Deremiah. This pale void of nothingness was the true form of a Corridor before it began to take shape, building itself based on the properties of the participant who had stepped into it.

Or, aligning them with another participant's Corridor at random.

Deremiah stood silently as he waited for this to happen. Even with the time that had passed, he still couldn't believe his actions back in the last Trial, the way he dispatched those reflections.

If they had been real people...

Clenching his jaw, he chased the thought away and saw that the Corridor was slowly starting to come to life. Faint shapes began to materialize in the emptiness, the whiteness gave way to corners, creating layers like a real life 3D printer.