S1 E25:The Chronicle of Secrets
πΈπ£πππππ π ππ‘ πππππ ππ‘ π‘βπ ππππ ππ π‘βπ ππ’πππ‘ π£ππππππ ππ π΄πππππ π»πππππ€, βππ ππππ πππ π‘πππ ππππππ π‘ π πππππππ πππ π‘πππ π‘βππ‘ πππ π‘ ππππ, ππππππ π βππππ€π πππππ π π‘βπ π πππ‘ ππππ‘β. πβπ π£ππππππ ππ‘π πππ π€ππ π πππππ π‘ πππ’π π‘ππ ππ π π‘πππ πππ‘π‘ππππ π€ππ‘β π‘βππ‘πβππ πππππ , π‘βπππ πβπππππ¦π ππππππ πππ π€ππ ππ ππ π ππππ πππ‘π π‘βπ ππππ, ππππ¦ π ππ¦. π΄ ππππππ€ πππ£ππ πππππππππ ππππππ¦, ππ‘π π π’πππππ ππππ π‘πππππ ππππ ππππ’ππ π πππ£ππ. π·ππ πππ‘π ππ‘π ππππ’π‘π¦, πΈπ£πππππ ππππ‘ ππ’π‘ ππ πππππ βπππ, ππππ π ππππ π ππππ ππ π πππππππ‘ πππππ‘πππ.
π»ππ π‘ππ‘π‘ππππ πππππ , βπππ£π¦ πππ πππππ π, πππ’ππ π‘π βππ π‘βππ πππππ, βπππππ βππ πππ ππππ’πππ ππππ ππππ π‘βπ ππ’ππππ’π πππ ππ’ππππππ‘ππ πππ§ππ ππ π‘βπ π£ππππππππ . πβπ ππππ’π π‘ππ π‘βπ βπππ ππππ£ππ’π ππ¦ ππ π βπ π’ππ€ππππππ π‘βπ ππππ πβπππππππ βππ πππ‘βππ βππ πππ£ππ βππ ππππππ βππ πππ π πππ. πΌπ‘π πππ£ππ π€ππ π€πππ, π‘βπ ππππ‘βππ πππππππ, πππ π‘βπ πππππ‘ π‘ππ‘ππ πππππ π ππ ππ ππ‘ ππππ:
"πΏππππππ ππ π‘βπ πΆπππ€π πππ π‘βπ ππ€πππ£π π·πππππ ππππππβπ ."
π»ππ πππππππ π‘πππππππ ππ π βπ ππππππ π‘βπ ππππ, πππ£ππππππ πππππ ππ πππ‘πππππ‘π πππππππππβπ¦ πππ πππππ ππππ’π π‘πππ‘ππππ . πβπ π ππππ‘ ππ πππ ππππβππππ‘ πππ πππ ππππππ βππ π πππ ππ , ππππππππ π€ππ‘β π‘βπ ππππ‘βπ¦ π ππππ ππ π‘βπ π£ππππππ πππ. πβπ ππ’πππ’πππ π‘π βπππ πππ, π‘ππ¦πππ π‘π πππππβππ π‘βπ πππππππ‘ π‘ππ₯π‘.
"πβπ πΆπππ€π... ππππππ ππ π‘βπ βππππ‘ ππ π ππ¦πππ π π‘ππ... πππ’ππ ππ¦ π‘π€πππ£π π π‘ππππ , πππβ πππππ¦πππ π‘βπ πππ€ππ ππ ππ πππππππ‘."
πβπ π‘πππππ βππ ππππππ ππ£ππ π‘βπ π π¦πππππ ππ π‘βπ ππππ-ππππ, π€ππ‘ππ, ππππ‘β, πππ, πππβπ‘, πππππππ π , ππππ, ππππ‘β, π‘πππ, π πππππ‘, π π‘πππππ‘β, πππ πππ-πππβ ππ‘πβππ ππ πΊππππ πππ π·ππππππππ π πππππ‘. πβπ πππ‘π‘ππ π€ππ ππππππππβπππ ππππ π‘π βππ, π‘βπ π βπππ, ππ’πππππ πππ‘π‘πππ πππππππ πππ πππππ π‘ ππππ£π, ππ ππ π‘βππ¦ π βπππ‘ππ π€βππ π βπ πππππππ ππ€ππ¦.
"πππ‘βππ, π€βπ¦ ππππ'π‘ π¦ππ’ π‘πππβ ππ ππππ ππ π‘βππ πππππ’πππ?" π βπ π‘βππ’πβπ‘ πππ‘π‘ππππ¦.
π΄π π βπ π‘π’ππππ π‘βπ πππππ , π βπ πππ’ππ βπππ πππ πππ πππππ ππ π‘βπ ππππ’π π‘πππ‘ππππ ππ π‘βπ π‘π€πππ£π ππππππ ππππππβπ , πππβ βππππππ ππ πππππππ‘ππ π π‘πππ. πβπ πππ‘ π πππππ π‘π ππ’ππ π π€ππ‘β ππ ππ‘βπππ€ππππππ¦ ππππππ¦. πππ ππππ’ππ, π ππ’πππ π€ππππ‘βππ ππ πππππππ π πππ πππβπ‘, ππππππππ πΈπ£πππππ ππ βπππ πππ-πππ’πβπ‘ πππ‘π€πππ ππππ’π‘π¦ πππ π’ππππππ π , πππ€ππ πππ πππ ππππ.
π»ππ πππππ‘β βππ‘πβππ ππ βππ πππππππ ππππ§ππ π π ππππ ππππππ‘ππ‘πππ ππ πππ ππ π‘βπ πππππ . π΄ πππ¦βπππ.
πΈπ£πππππ ππππ§π, βππ ππππ ππππππ. πβπ ππππβππ πππ‘π π‘βπ βπππππ πππ’πβ ππ βππ πππππ πππ πππ‘ππππ£ππ π π ππππ, πππππ‘π πππ¦ βππ πππ‘βππ βππ πππ‘ππ’π π‘ππ π‘π βππ. πΌπ‘ π€ππ ππππ ππ βππ βπππ, ππ‘π πππ‘πππππ π π’πππππ ππ‘πβππ π€ππ‘β π π¦πππππ π βπ πππ’πππ'π‘ ππππππβπππ.
"πΆππ’ππ π‘βππ ...?" π βπ π€βππ πππππ.
πβπ π€πππ ππππππ π’π ππ π βπ πππ πππ‘ππ π‘βπ πππ¦ πππ‘π π‘βπ πβπππππππ, π‘βπ π£ππππππππ ππ π‘βπ πππ π‘ππππ πππ’π πππ π‘βπππ ππ’πππ‘ πππ’π‘ππππ π‘π ππππππ βππ π€ππ¦. πβπ πππ¦ π‘π’ππππ π€ππ‘β π π πππ‘ πππππ.
ππ’ππππππ¦, π‘βπ πβπππππππ π πππππ π‘π ππππ ππππ£π. πβπ πππππ πππππ π‘π π βπππ‘ πππ ππππ ππ ππ π‘βπππ πππ£ππ , ππππ€πππ πππππ‘ππ¦ π€ππ‘β π ππππππ πππβπ‘. πΈπ£πππππ πππ πππ ππ π βπππππ πππππππ‘ππππ‘ π€ππ‘βππ π‘βπ πβπππππππ πππ£πππππ ππ‘π πππ. πππ π‘πππ πππ πππ π€ππ π π ππππ, ππππ‘βππ-πππ’ππ πππππ¦. πΌπ‘π π‘ππ‘ππ ππππ:
"πβπ πΆππππ‘πππ ππ π‘βπ πππ‘ππππ‘π πππ‘πβ."
πΈπ£πππππ'π ππ’ππ π ππ’πππππππ. πβπ ππππππ π‘βπ πππππ¦ ππππππ’πππ¦, βππ ππ¦ππ π πππππππ π‘βπ ππππ π‘ πππ€ πππππ :
"ππ π€ππππ π‘βπ ππππ€π ππ πππ‘ π πππππ¦ π‘π πππ π ππ π ππ‘π πππ€ππ, ππ’π‘ π‘π ππππππ ππ‘π π£ππ π ππ. ππππ¦ πππ ππ π‘βπ π’ππ‘ππππ‘π πππππππππ πππ ππππ π‘βππ ππ’ππππ..."
π΄π π βπ ππππ, π‘βπ π ππ’ππ ππ πππππππβπππ ππππ‘π π‘πππ π π‘πππ‘πππ βππ. πβπ ππππππ§ππ π βπ βππ π βπππ‘ππ ππ βππ ππ₯πππ‘πππππ‘, πππ βππ βπππ βππ π ππππππ ππππ βππ βπππ.
π΄ π£πππππππ πππππππ βππ πππ πππ‘ ππ βππππ , βππ ππ¦ππ π€πππ π€ππ‘β βπππππ. "π΅π¦ π‘βπ ππππ ! πβππ‘ ππππππ ππ πππππ‘π’ππ ππ π‘βππ‘?"
πΈπ£πππππ ππππππππ, βππ πππππππ, π ππππππ ππππ ππ’πππ¦ ππ₯πππ ππ π‘π π‘βπ π£ππππππππ . π»ππ π πππ, ππππππ ππ¦ ππππ πππππ£ππ πππ ππ π’ππππ‘π’πππ π‘ππ₯π‘π’ππ, πππππππ‘ππ ππ π‘βπππ π‘ππππππππ ππ¦ππ .
"ππππ π‘ππ!" π ππππππ π πππππππ, πππ ππ‘βπππ πππππ π‘π ππππ, π πππ πππ’π‘πβπππ π‘βπππ πβππππππ, ππ‘βπππ π πππππ¦ ππ’πππππ π€ππ‘βππ’π‘ πππππππ ππππ.
πΈπ£πππππ ππππ‘ π‘βπ π π‘πππ ππ π‘βπππ ππππππ‘πππ ππππ π πππππ π‘π βππ βππππ‘. πβπ πππ’π‘πβππ π‘βπ πππππ¦ π‘π βππ πβππ π‘, ππ’πππππ βππ βπππ ππππ π’π π€ππ‘β π βπππππ βππππ . πβπ π€βππ πππππ π‘π βπππ πππ, π πππ₯ ππ πππππ πππ π πππππ€ ππ βππ π£ππππ:
"πππ‘βππ π πππ π‘βππ π€ππ’ππ βπππππ... ππ’π‘ π‘βππ¦'ππ π ππ. πππ πππ¦, π‘βππ¦'ππ πππ π ππ π€βπ πΌ π‘ππ’ππ¦ ππ."
πβπ πβπππππππ ππ’ππ ππ πππππ‘ππ¦ ππ βππ βππππ , ππ ππ ππππ π π’ππππ βππ. πβπ πππππ¦'π πππππ ππππππ π‘π βππ, ππππππ πππ πππ π€πππ . π΄ππ π€πππ ππππ’π‘ βππ πππ π‘πππ¦, βππ πππ‘βππ'π π πππππ‘π , πππ π‘βπ π‘ππ’π‘β ππππ’π‘ π‘βπ ππππ€π.
πππ‘β πππ πππ π‘ ππππππ ππ‘ π‘βπ πππππππ π£ππππππππ , πΈπ£πππππ π π‘πππ πππ πππ‘ππππ‘ππ πππ‘π π‘βπ π βππππ€π ππ π‘βπ πππππ π‘, βππ βππππ‘ βπππ£π¦ ππ’π‘ βππ πππ πππ£π π’πππππππ.
πΈπ£πππππ π ππ‘π‘πππ πππππ ππ ππππ πππππ π‘, π πππππ π€βπππ ππ πππ π πππ βππ, ππ πππ πππππ‘ ππππππ ππ βππ π’ππππππ π πππ ππ πππ πππ ππ’πππ βππ. πβπ π‘πππ π π ππβ ππ ππππππ πππ ππππππ π‘βπ πππππ¦. πβπ ππππ π‘βπ π‘ππ‘ππ "πβπ πΆππππ‘πππ ππ πβπ πππ‘ππππ‘π πππ‘πβ".
1467, ππππ‘β ππ π βππππ€π πππ‘ππππ, π·ππ¦ ππ ππππ 31π π‘. πβπ πππππ π‘ πππππ πππ‘π πππ π£ππππππ.
πβπ π€ππππ βππ€πππ π‘βπππ’πβ π‘βπ ππ’πππ‘ πππππππ π£ππππππ, π‘βπ π ππ’ππ πππππ¦πππ ππ πππππ ππππππ¦ π‘βπππ’πβ π‘βπ ππππππ€ πππππππ π‘πππ π π‘ππππ‘π . πΏπππ‘ππππ πππππππππ π€πππππ¦, πππ π‘πππ ππππ, πππππππ π βππππ€π ππ π‘βπ π€ππππ ππ ππ’ππππ‘ βππππ . πΌπ‘ π€ππ π‘βπ ππππ‘β ππ πβππππ€π , πππ π‘βπ π£ππππππππ βππ ππππππ π‘βπππ πππππ πππππ¦, ππππ£πππ π‘βπ π π‘ππππ‘π ππππ‘π¦.
π΅π’π‘ π‘ππππβπ‘, π ππππ‘βπππ π ππππ π‘ππ π π‘πππππ ππ π‘βπ πππππππ π .
π΅πππππ‘β π‘βπ π βπππ’π ππ π‘βπ π π‘ππππ¦ πππβπ‘, πππ πππ ππππ’πππ ππ π‘ππ‘π‘ππππ, πππππππ‘ πππππ πππππ‘ π πππππ‘ππ¦ πππ‘π π‘βπ π£ππππππ. πβπππ πππππ π€πππ βπππππ, ππ’π‘ π‘βπππ ππππ€πππ ππ¦ππ πππππππ π‘βπ πππβπ‘ ππππ ππππππ . πβππ π π€πππ π‘βπ πΈπππππ π ππ’ππππππ , π πππ£ππ ππππππ ππ¦ ππ£ππ π‘βπ π π‘ππππππ π‘ πππππππ ππππππ . πβππ¦ πππ£ππ ππ πππ, π‘βπππ ππππ‘π π‘πππ π πππππ‘, π‘βπππ πππ‘πππ‘ ππππ πππ πππππππππ‘π.
πππ ππ π‘βππ, π·π. ππππ£ππππ, ππππ ππ βππ π π‘πππ, ππππ£ππ ππππ πππππππππ ππππ πππ ππ‘πβππ π€ππ‘β ππππ€πππ πππ ππ’πππ . π»π π€βππ πππππ ππ ππππππ‘ππ‘πππ, πππ ππ πππ£ππ ππππ π€ππ£π ππ πππ€ππ πππππππ πππππ π π‘βπ π£ππππππ. πβπ ππππ‘πππ ππππππ π ππ’ππππ ππ’π‘, πππ π‘βπ πππ ππππ€ π‘βπππ πππ π π‘πππ. πβπ πππ‘πππ π£ππππππ ππππ πππ‘π π ππππ, π’ππππ‘π’πππ π ππ’ππππ.
πΌππ πππ π π ππππ, πππ§π¦ βππ’π π ππππ π‘βπ ππππ ππ π‘βπ π£ππππππ, π ππ₯-π¦πππ-πππ πΈπ£πππππ π‘ππ π ππ ππ βππ π ππππ. π»ππ π πππ‘, ππππππ ππ’πππ πππ’ππ π‘π βππ ππππ πβππππ ππ ππ βππ ππππ¦ πππππππ¦ π πππ ππ π‘βπ ππππππ. π»ππ ππππππ π‘π’ππππ ππππ ππ π βπ βππππ πππππ‘ π€βππ ππππ , ππππ€πππ πππ’πππ πππ πππ’πππ π’ππ‘ππ π‘βππ¦ ππππππ π π πππππ, πππππππ’π π£ππππ.
"πβπ ππ ππ’ππ ."
ππ’ππππππ¦, βππ ππ¦ππ π βππ‘ ππππ. πβπ πππ πππ, π π‘πππππ πππ‘π π‘βπ ππππ'π πππππππ π . π΅πππππ π βπ πππ’ππ ππππ ππ’π‘ πππ βππ ππππππ‘π , βππ πππππππ ππππ πππππππ ππππ.
ππ‘ππππππ π‘βπππ π€ππ π π‘πππ, πππ πππ ππππ’ππ πππππππ ππ πππππ. π»ππ π£ππππ π€ππ ππππ πππ ππππ‘ππππππ π . "ππππ βππ."
ππ€π π ππππππ ππππ’πππ πππ‘ππππ, π‘βπππ πππ£πππππ‘π π π€πππ‘. πΈπ£πππππ π πππππππ, βππ π‘πππ¦ πππ π‘π ππππππππ, ππ’π‘ πππ ππ π‘βπ ππππ’πππ π€ππ£ππ π βπππ, ππ’π‘π‘πππππ π π ππππππππ π ππππ. π»ππ πππππ π€πππ π π€πππππ€ππ πππ‘π π‘βπ π£πππ.
"πΏππ‘ ππ ππ!" π βπ πππ’π‘βππ, βππ ππππ π π‘ππππππ π€ππ‘β π πππππ‘ π‘ππππ . π»ππ ππππ-ππππππ ππ¦ππ πππ‘ π‘βπ πππ πππ ππππ’ππ'π ππππ€πππ ππππ , πππ πππ π πππππ ππππππ‘, π βπ ππππ§π. πβπ πππ’ππ ππππ π ππππ‘βπππ... π ππππ‘βπππ πππππππ‘ πππ πππ’ππ π π‘πππππ ππππ ππ‘ βππ.
"π·ππ'π‘ π π‘ππ’ππππ, πβπππ," π πππ πΏπππ¦ πΆπππ£π, βππ π£ππππ πππππ π€ππ‘β ππππ π π π€πππ‘πππ π . "πππ’'ππ ππ πππππππ‘ π€βππ π€π'ππ ππππ."
πΈπ£πππππ π€ππ π‘βπππ€π πππ‘π π ππππ ππππ£ππ ππππ πππππππππ ππππ, ππ‘πβππ π€ππ‘β ππππ€πππ ππ’πππ . π΄πππ’ππ βππ, ππ‘βππ πβππππππ π πππππ ππ’πππ‘ππ¦, π‘βπππ πππππ ππππ π€ππ‘β ππππ. πβπ πΈπππππ π ππ’ππππππ π€πππππ ππ’πππππ¦, πππ£πππ π‘βπππ’πβ π‘βπ π£ππππππ, π‘πππππ πβπππ πππ‘ππ πβπππ. πβππ π‘βπ πππππ π€πππ ππ’ππ, π ππ£ππ π π‘πππππ ππππ€πππ, βππ ππππ π£ππππ ππβππππ π€ππ‘β π π π‘πππππ ππππππ¦.
"ππππ π‘βπ πππ‘β," βπ π πππ, βππ βππππ ππππ€πππ π π¦πππππ ππ π‘βπ πππ.
π΄ π π€ππππππ ππππ‘ππ ππ ππππ ππππππ¦ ππππππππ, πππππππππ πππ ππππ€πππ ππππ π π€ππ’ππ ππ π‘βπ ππππππ ππ ππππππ‘π¦. πβπ πππππ πππππ π‘π πππππ‘ π‘ππ€πππ ππ‘.
πΈπ£πππππ πππ’ππ π‘π π‘βπ ππππ , βππ ππ¦ππ π€πππ π€ππ‘β π‘πππππ. "πππππ π! πππππ π πππ'π‘ π‘πππ ππ! ππππ! ππππ!"
π΅π’π‘ ππ πππ πππ’ππ βπππ βππ.
πβπ ππππ‘ππ ππππππ πππ‘π π‘βπ πππππ πΏπππ¦ππππ‘β, π π ππππ€ππππ πππ§π ππ π‘π€ππ π‘πππ, ππππ πππππππππ πππ πππππππ‘ ππ’πππ . πΌπ‘ π€ππ π πππππ ππ πππβπ‘πππππ , ππππππ π€ππ‘β πππππππ π‘ππππ πππ π π‘πππππ, π βπππ‘πππ π€ππππ . πβπ πππ π€ππ π‘βπππ π€ππ‘β π€βππ ππππ πππ π‘βπ πππππ‘ ππππ€ ππ πππππ πππ’π ππππππ . πβπ ππππ¦ππππ‘β π€ππ π‘βπ βπππ ππ π‘βπ πΈπππππ π ππ’ππππππ , π€βπππ π‘βππ¦ πππππ’ππ‘ππ π‘βπππ ππππ ππ₯ππππππππ‘π ππ π‘βπ ππππππππ‘.
ππππ πππ πππ π‘βπ ππππ¦ππππ‘β, π‘βπ πβππππππ π€πππ πππππππ ππππ π‘βπππ πππππ πππ πππππ π’π ππππππ π‘βπ π π’ππππππ . πΈπ£πππππ πππ’ππ π‘π ππππ‘βππ πβπππ, π‘ππππππππ. πβπ π π‘ππππ ππ‘ π‘βπ ππππ’πππ ππππππ βππ.
π·π. ππππ£ππππ, βππ ππππ¦ π π‘πππ ππππ€πππ πππππ‘ππ¦, ππππππ ππ‘ π‘βπ πβππππππ ππππ π πππππππ‘ππ πππ ππππ‘πππ ππππ πππ‘πππππ‘π .
πΏπππ¦ πΆπππ£π, π€ππ‘β βππ π βπππ, πππππ‘πππ π πππππππ , πππππππ ππππ π ππππππ‘ππ.
πΊπππ£ππ βπππ π π£πππ ππ π π€ππππππ πππππ ππ ππππ’ππ, βππ ππ¦ππ π πππππππ πππ π‘βπ "πππππππ‘" ππππππππππ .
ππππππ π‘πππ‘ππ βππ βπππ, βππ πππ§π ππππππππ ππ ππ πππππππ ππ£πππ¦ π‘βππ’πβπ‘ ππ π‘βπ πβππππππ'π πππππ .
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The southern forests of Mecatopia were quiet, too quiet. Arathor stepped into the shadows of the Eternal Ruins, the air thick with an unnatural stillness. The trees around him twisted unnervingly, their branches reaching like skeletal hands. Sparkling ruins lay scattered on the ground, half-covered in moss. Every step he took echoed, though no one was there to hear.
He was not alone, though. The whispers were there again. Soft, faint, just on the edge of hearing. His amethyst eyes narrowed, but he didn't flinch. The Fae magic of the ruins had a way of getting into your head, but he had faced worse.
βThree trials,β he muttered to himself. βOne way or another, theyβll test my resolve.β
The first trial began before he even realized it. The ruins shifted, as if the temple itself was alive, and a large stone door appeared. Carved into it was a symbol of a broken heart. Without thinking, Arathor pushed the door open, stepping into a dark chamber.
Inside, a vision awaited.
The room dissolved into smoke, and suddenly, he was back. A younger version of himself, standing in front of a burning house. The faces of people he had loved β gone in an instant. His sister. His mentor. His closest friends. They had all perished because of his mistake. He had been too confident, too eager to prove his power, and it cost him everything.
The flames of the house flickered and roared as if mocking him. He heard their voices again. βYou failed us, Arathor,β they whispered.
His breath caught in his throat, but he didnβt let the memories break him. Instead, he focused. The past was gone, and no amount of guilt would change that. He had grown. He had moved on. His power came from his mind, and his mind was strong.
He closed his eyes, reaching for the calm inside of him. Slowly, the flames began to fade, replaced by a serene quiet. The faces disappeared into mist.
The vision shattered, and he was standing in the chamber once more, the door to the second trial opening before him.
The next chamber was bathed in soft silver light. At the center, a pedestal stood, and on it, a large mirror. As Arathor approached, the reflection that stared back at him was not his own.
Instead, it was an innocent face, a child, no older than six. His daughter. Her eyes were wide with fear as she clutched a small, bloodied doll. The air was thick with the smell of something foul.
She looked at him and said, βDaddy, please, donβt leave me.β
Arathorβs heart skipped a beat. This was the second trial: a test of his morality. The Fae had a way of twisting emotions, bringing out your deepest fears. His daughter was long gone. He had failed her, just as he had failed so many others. But now, standing in front of this illusion, Arathor had a choice.
He could allow himself to break, to drown in guilt. He could beg for forgiveness he could never truly earn. But no. He wasnβt that man anymore.
βForgiveness is earned through actions, not regrets,β he muttered, steeling himself. He closed his eyes, letting the vision of his daughter fade away. Slowly, her face turned into mist.
The mirror shattered, and the second door opened.
The final trial took him deep into the heart of the ruins, where time seemed to stretch unnaturally. His legs ached with each step as he walked deeper into the temple, the walls closing in on him.
Suddenly, he was surrounded by hundreds of illusions, Fae spirits, all of them whispering words of torment, mocking his every decision, twisting his thoughts. They came at him from every angle, their voices crawling inside his head.
βWhy do you torment them, Arathor?β one spirit asked.
βYou could have saved them,β another hissed.
βYou are nothing without control,β a third murmured.
But Arathor stood tall, his amethyst eyes glowing with defiance. He had spent years mastering his mind, and he would not let these spirits break him.
βYour words are just air,β he said calmly, though inside, the pressure of their words was almost unbearable. βI control my thoughts, and I control my fate.β
With a deep breath, Arathor reached into his mind, pushing the voices away one by one, shattering them like glass. As they dissolved, the last door to the chamber of the Goblet of Eternity opened.
Inside the chamber, a soft, ethereal light bathed the room. At the center stood a pedestal, and on it, the Goblet of Eternity shimmered in silver light. Arathor walked toward it, his footsteps echoing in the silence.
But as his fingers brushed the goblet, a faint whisper reached his ears.
βYou have passed,β a voice said, soft but filled with ancient power. βBut know this: The price of this power is steep. Even the greatest minds are not immune to the toll of eternity.β
Arathor lifted the goblet, feeling its weight in his hands. He didnβt hesitate.
βIβve paid my price,β he said softly. βAnd I will bear the consequences.β
With the goblet in his hands, he turned and walked out of the chamber, the whispers fading behind him.
The trials were over. The goblet was his. And with it, Arathorβs power would grow even greater.
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