Round 219

Seraphine's brow furrowed as she studied the holographic options. "I'm not sure I like any of these choices." The gaunt woman's coal-black eyes bore into them with an unsettling intensity. "The trials will test your courage, your wits, and your resolve," she intoned, her voice like a sigh from beyond the grave. "You may begin by choosing which trial to face first." She gestured to a nearby console, where several options were displayed on a holographic screen: The Labyrinth of Reflections, the Trial of the Elements, and the Chamber of Whispers. As she spoke, the air in the chamber seemed to grow heavier, as if the very fabric of reality was warping around them. Jeane leaned closer to Seraphine, her wings twitching with barely-contained agitation. "Let me get this straight—we're trapped in a collapsing tower, about to be buried alive, and our only hope is to play along with some ancient spirit's death-by-quest game?" Her crimson eyes darted between Seraphine's concerned face and the gaunt figure in tattered robes, who watched them with an unnerving stillness. "The Labyrinth of Reflections," she muttered darkly. "Probably more of your reflection's bullshit—we just escaped one fucking maze."