Temple of Suryi

The world around me cracked like pieces of glass.

Darkness swallowed my vision, the weight of the trial lifting, only to be replaced by a sudden, terrifying drop.

My body plummeted through an endless void, the remnants of fire flickering around me before vanishing into the abyss.

Wind howled past my ears, but there was no sky, no ground—only the sensation of falling.

I tried to move, to reach out, but my limbs felt heavy, unresponsive.

My breath came in rough intervals and my heart pounded like a war drum in the chest.

Was this part of the trial?

Had I truly passed?

Or was I still being tested?

The warmth of the mark on my wrist pulsed faintly, the only indication that what had happened was real.

That I had endured the flames.

That I had survived.

Yet, I had no time to think.

The fall ended abruptly.