Capítulo 21: The Hall of Echoes
The light fades as Ryo and Hana step into the next chamber, the door closing behind them with a heavy thud. The room is vast, the ceiling soaring high above them, disappearing into darkness. The walls are lined with massive stone statues, each one carved in the likeness of a warrior, their faces obscured by helmets and shadows.
The air is cool, almost cold, and there's a strange, echoing quality to the silence, as if the room is listening, waiting.
"What do you think this trial is?" Hana whispers, her voice hushed as if afraid to disturb the stillness.
Ryo shakes his head, his eyes scanning the statues. "I'm not sure. But it feels different from the others. More… intense."
As they move further into the room, Ryo's skin prickles, a sense of unease crawling up his spine. He can feel something watching them, something powerful and ancient. He stops in the center of the room, his gaze drawn to a massive stone platform rising from the floor.
On the platform stands a single, glowing orb, its surface shimmering with a pale, blue light. The air around it is heavy with energy, the light casting strange, shifting shadows across the floor.
Ryo and Hana exchange a wary glance, then step onto the platform. The moment their feet touch the stone, the room shudders, a low, rumbling sound echoing through the chamber.
The statues lining the walls begin to move, their heads turning slowly to face the platform. Ryo's heart pounds as he watches, his body tense, ready for a fight.
But the statues don't attack. Instead, a deep, resonant voice fills the chamber, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
"Welcome, challengers, to the Hall of Echoes."
Ryo tenses, his eyes darting around the room. The voice is deep and powerful, reverberating through the stone, shaking the very air.
"Here, you will face a trial unlike any you have encountered. A trial of the mind, of the spirit. You will confront the echoes of your own soul. Only by understanding yourselves, by accepting what you are, can you hope to ascend."
The light from the orb pulses, a soft, rhythmic glow. Ryo feels a strange pull, as if the light is calling to him, drawing him closer. He steps forward, his hand reaching out almost of its own accord.
"Ryo, wait!" Hana says, her voice sharp.
But it's too late. Ryo's fingers brush the surface of the orb, and the world around him dissolves into light.
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