"Surrender now, relinquish everything you've gained in this realm, and leave with nothing but your pathetic lives, or face the final trial… and emerge glorious."
The god's words had reverberated through the golden chamber, each syllable crashing down like divine law etched into the bones of reality.
We froze.
No one dared to breathe.
The weight of his voice settled over us like a mountain, heavy and suffocating. It pressed into our bones, threatened to buckle our knees, dared us to crumble beneath it.
Now, we had to make a choice.
We could walk away and live. But everything—everything—we had fought for, bled for, clawed our way through hell to obtain… would be lost.
The gold, the relics, the enchanted armor that wrapped around us like second skin, humming with power…
The strength that now flowed through our veins, hard-earned and paid for in pain and sacrifice.
It would be gone, in an instant, vanishing like mist at sunrise…
