As the light from the Test of Time faded and the grand hall vanished, the group found themselves standing in a narrow corridor, the walls cold and damp. The air was thick with the scent of moss and the faint echo of dripping water. The passage ahead was barely wide enough for them to walk side by side, and the ceiling hung low, giving the space a claustrophobic feel.
Elara took a moment to steady herself, her mind still reeling from the visions they had just faced. The Test of Time had been unlike anything she had ever experienced—both terrifying and illuminating. But there was no time to dwell on what had passed; the Keep was relentless, and they had to keep moving.
"This place never lets up, does it?" Ethan muttered, his hand still resting on the hilt of his sword. The tension in his voice betrayed his lingering unease.