Devourer's Legacy: I Regressed With The Primordial Crest-Chapter 122: Last seen
The Hall of Foundation was unlike anything Renard had seen in the monastery. It was a cathedral, carved into bedrock and reinforced with ancient spellwork that pulsed faintly along the walls. The ceilings were impossibly high, lost in shadow, and the cold in the air seemed not natural but magical—an essence-draining chill designed to test resolve before anything else.
Elder Mariam led them silently to the center of the chamber. There, a stone dais sat atop a radiant sigil etched into the floor—an array of complex interwoven glyphs that flickered in pale blue and silver light. Dozens of branching corridors led away from the central platform.
"This is where the paths diverge," Mariam said. Her voice echoed without need of volume. "You will each be called into a private chamber, one by one. You will be given the opportunity to form your First Circle."
The Hall of Foundation was unlike anything Renard had seen in the monastery. It was a subterranean cathedral, carved into bedrock and reinforced with ancient spellwork that pulsed faintly along the walls. The ceilings were impossibly high, lost in shadow, and the cold in the air seemed not natural but magical—an essence-draining chill designed to test resolve before anything else.
Elder Mariam led them silently to the center of the chamber. There, a stone dais sat atop a radiant sigil etched into the floor—an array of complex interwoven glyphs that flickered in pale blue and silver light. Dozens of branching corridors led away from the central platform.
"This is where the paths diverge," Mariam said. Her voice echoed without need of volume. "You will each be called into a private chamber, one by one. You will be given the opportunity to form your First Circle."
She turned slowly to face the students. "Do not speak of what you see. Do not compare experiences. Each trial is tailored to your soul."
And then, she began to call names.
One by one, students were led down separate corridors by silent, robed attendants. Some looked resolute. Others visibly trembled. None returned—at least, not immediately.
Renard waited.
He remained still, calm, counting heartbeats and memorizing every movement of the instructors. By the time his name was finally spoken, more than half the students had already vanished into their respective trials.
"Ray."
A name was called!
"Ray"
It was only when the name was called twice did Renard remember, he was using a fake name in the monastery.
He immediately stepped forward, trying to act not too suspecious.
A woman in blue robes gestured, leading him into one of the side tunnels. It was long and silent, save for the gentle hum of suppressed magical energy vibrating beneath the walls.
They arrived at a circular chamber—a room with smooth stone walls, an inscription-less floor, and a single focus crystal embedded in the center. The attendant did not speak. She simply gestured for him to stand near the crystal, then left.
The door sealed shut behind her.
Alone now, Renard looked around.
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