Seventh room
At first, Belialthorn thought Valor had managed to sneak into the trials because the next room was covered in silver statues, each holding a short thin blade.
The room itself was large with a high ceiling that spilled light from above as if they were out in the open. Spilled light into the fifty or so statues arranged below.
"We can't fight this many...not without mana," Rota said faintly. Her left eye was still swollen and her body was covered in shallow wounds.
Belialthorn gritted his teeth. He wasn't the only one wounded, even Alaric was limping. Only so much silver stone can do for a weak body. It's like burning fire in a swamp.
"We don't have any choice though. Maybe this is where we lose but I bet we made it past several rooms more than any other candidates," Alaric paused. "Maybe not the other and current Eldritch though."