The fog of the battlefield trial thickened, obscuring Rhea, Kael, and Freya's vision as they moved deeper into the maze of memories. The ghostly figures of old allies and friends swirled around them, each one a fragment of their past. The voices grew louder, whispering accusations and confessions, tempting them to revisit choices they'd rather forget.
"Rhea," a familiar voice echoed through the mist, stopping her in her tracks. It was a friend she'd known long ago, a warrior who had fought by her side before vanishing without a trace. The phantom moved toward her, face etched with betrayal. "Why did you leave me behind?"
Rhea took a steadying breath, her fingers tightening around her daggers. She knew this wasn't real, but the pain in the voice twisted something inside her. "I didn't abandon you," she said quietly, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "I had no choice. You… you were already lost."