Kapitel 128: TRIAL OF THE SAINTS

'This is for Kaelen and my dream' Sofia thought while a blinding light covered her whole.

In a second later, Sofia found herself standing in a vast, empty space, the air around her thick with an almost oppressive silence. There was no sky, no ground—only an endless expanse of golden light stretching in every direction. In her hand, she clutched her staff, the familiar weight of it grounding her as she steeled herself for what lay ahead.

"The Trial of the Saints."

The name alone had unsettled her from the moment it had appeared in her mind. She had heard tales of it before—stories passed down through generations of holy mages and saints alike. This was a trial not just of magic, but of the soul, testing one's very essence. It was said that only those with unshakable faith and resolve could pass it. And even then, few did.