The Final Trial (Part 1)
Cecilia's eyes shot open, and she immediately felt the dizzying pull of disorientation.
Her stomach churned violently as her surroundings shifted in a blur of color and light.
The last thing she remembered was the blue pillar's light wrapping around her, before she found herself standing on solid ground in the middle of what could only be described as an arena.
The arena stretched out in all directions, the stone floor cracked and worn, and jagged mountains in the distance, their peaks veiled in mist.
There was no sky here, only a swirling, strange kind of light overhead that cast everything in an unnatural hue.
She blinked a few times, trying to shake the dizziness, and though her body felt off balance and her stomach still turned, she focused hard on pushing the sensation aside.
She couldn't afford to let her guard down right now.
A voice rang out from nowhere, a calm and authoritative tone, cold yet somehow imposing.