The Chivalry Attack (Arc Ends)

The chamber's oppressive glow dimmed, as if the very space around Lyrium was waiting for his answer.

But he gave none.

His grip on the greatsword tightened, his mind racing.

This entity—this force—was not just aware of him.

It spoke as if it had written him into existence.

As if it owned his fate.

And yet…

Lyrium exhaled slowly, steadying his stance.

"If I were just an ink stain,"

He said, voice measured,

"Then you wouldn't be speaking to me at all."

The air trembled.

A pause.

Then, a chuckle—low, almost approving.

"Perhaps,"

The voice mused,

"Or perhaps I am simply entertained by your defiance."

The chamber pulsed again, symbols twisting into unreadable scripts before dissolving entirely.

The floor beneath Lyrium's feet shifted—no, not the floor.

Reality itself shifted, bending as though the world was a book being rewritten before his eyes.

A test.