Wei Lin stepped into the fray, her sword carving through the illusions with a fluid grace. She could sense the darkness within each phantom, a manifestation of her own fears and insecurities. With every swing, she fought not just the illusions but also the shadows within her own heart.
As the illusions began to wane, the labyrinth shifted again, revealing a new trial—a chasm that seemed to stretch endlessly before them. The only way across was a narrow, swaying bridge made of ancient vines and wooden planks.
The bridge seemed unstable, swaying dangerously with each step. Wei Lin and her companions took turns crossing, their movements cautious and deliberate. The chasm beneath them was a void of swirling shadows, and the slightest misstep could send them plunging into the abyss.
Selene went first, her graceful movements allowing her to navigate the swaying bridge with ease. "It's not just about balance," she called back. "It's also about maintaining inner calm."