Lysara didn’t waste time.

She led me to the old garden, now overrun with black vines.

"Enter," she said, "and face what holds you back."

"Another trial?" I asked.

"Not from the world. From yourself."

The thorns responded to my fear. My anger. Every vine wrapped around a weakness.

Memories sharpened into blades.

Lilith bleeding. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Yuria screaming.

My own hands glowing with power I didn’t understand.

I almost failed.

But at the end, I found the truth buried beneath the vines:

I wasn’t scared of losing.

I was scared of becoming something unrecognizable.