The Weight of Oaths

The air within the Obsidian Citadel remained thick with unseen pressure, as if the fortress itself resented their presence. The chamber was still, the shadows on the walls unmoving despite the flickering torches. The six pedestals stood untouched—except for the one Daniel had just conquered.

The crimson orb, now drained of its glow, had shattered into countless fragments, fading into the void beneath them. The remaining four spheres pulsed faintly, each radiating an ominous aura.

Daniel exhaled, steadying his breath. His body ached from the battle against his other self, but there was no time to dwell on it. This place was built to break them, and hesitation would only make things worse.

Mira crossed her arms, studying him carefully. "You don't look fine," she muttered.