The moment they stepped through the portal, Verena felt the atmosphere shift entirely. Trial Two had been a controlled chaos of illusions and celestial beasts. This—this was something else.
The room they entered was vast—far larger than any of the previous chambers—stretching endlessly beneath a starless sky. There were no visible walls, no ceiling, no floor. Instead, they stood atop floating platforms made of crystallized starlight, suspended in an infinite void. The air hummed with ancient, humming vibrations—like the echoes of forgotten constellations whispering to one another.
And waiting ahead were countless floating pathways, bridges forming and dissolving, constantly shifting like an unsolvable puzzle.
"Where… are we?" Vivienne whispered, clutching tightly onto Verena's arm.
Verena narrowed her eyes. "The Convergence Chamber," she muttered, recalling fragments of lore buried deep in her memory of the novel.
