Chapter 107

The golden bridge stretched before them, suspended in the void like a thread of light. Mallory took the first step, the Blade of Heroes humming softly in her grip. The others hesitated for only a moment before following.

Greg muttered under his breath, "I don't trust magic bridges. Too much 'oh no, it's collapsing at the last second' energy."

Quinn grinned. "Yeah, but wouldn't it be fun?"

Greg shot him a look. "I will throw you off this thing."

The bridge held firm beneath their feet, each step echoing unnaturally, like the sound was being swallowed by the void. As they moved forward, the air shifted.

It felt… thicker. Heavier. Like they were walking through something more than just empty space.

And then the whispers started.

Faint at first. Distant. But then—clearer.

"Turn back."

"The path ahead is ruin."

"You are not worthy."

The words coiled around them, slithering into their ears, pressing against their minds.