The world began to shift again—for the third time now—but this time, the change was different, terrifying in its silence. No thunder, no roar, no shaking. Just stillness. A suffocating, unnatural quiet that blanketed the realm like a shroud. It was as if the world itself had gone still, too afraid to even breathe. Something was out there, watching, lurking in the dark corners of the trial realm. And Sylvaris could feel it—feel the weight of its presence crawling against his skin like cold fingers teasing his spine.
"I've never heard of these trials being this brutal to clear..." he muttered, his voice cracked but still soaked in that feral amusement, the kind of laugh that came from the brink of breaking. "Something's off. Am I getting special treatment or something? Hahaha... fuck."
