The golden, light-based form of the Warden of Radiance dissolved into a shower of harmless, glittering sparks.
The last of its ancient, ordered will faded away, leaving the empty, white void quiet once more. In front of them, the last stretch of the golden thread, the final path, appeared. It led to a single, shimmering, and now-open doorway. The way to the Seal was clear.
Rhys and Emma stood there for a moment, the silence of the white void a stark contrast to the chaotic, high-stakes battle of wills they had just endured. Rhys looked at Emma. She was pale and breathing heavily, the mental and emotional strain of the two trials having taken a heavy toll. But her eyes were bright, clear, and full of a new, unshakeable confidence. They had faced their own inner darkness, and the perfect, absolute law of Order itself, and they had won.
"Are you ready?" Rhys asked, his voice a quiet murmur.
She nodded, a small, determined smile on her face. "Let's finish this."
