The wind howled around the ancient temple as Evelyn stood before the grand obsidian doors. The towering structure was carved with celestial runes that glowed faintly, as though whispering secrets of ages long past. Ronan stood quietly beside her, his eyes filled with concern, but also with quiet pride.
"This is it," Evelyn whispered, her voice trembling despite the fierce resolve in her chest. "The Trial of the Flame."
Ronan nodded. "Once you step inside, there's no turning back. You must face whatever lies within alone."
Evelyn clenched her fists. Alone. A word that had haunted her ever since the moment Kaelion betrayed her. But now, it wasn't fear that filled her it was purpose.
"I'm ready," she said firmly.
As if her words were a key, the giant doors groaned open, revealing a swirling mist of crimson and gold. A wave of heat rushed out, warm and suffocating, but Evelyn didn't falter. She turned to Ronan, giving him a small smile.
"I'll see you when it's over."
