"And it's still active?" Millim asked, tilting her head.
Leon nodded again. "It's sealed by a trial of the soul. If you can't match her heart, her resolve, her illusions—you're rejected."
Naval whistled. "So, who tries first?"
But before anyone could speak, the room began to shift. Glowing threads of illusion wrapped around the group—but instead of trapping them, they gently pushed everyone back… all except one.
Liliana.
A soft wind surrounded her, drawing her toward the central platform as the monument began to pulse with recognition. Her eyes widened, and her hands trembled slightly.
"What's happening?" she asked, stunned.
Leon smiled faintly. "It's choosing you."
The others watched in silence as a projection shimmered into existence—a tall woman with flowing violet robes and eyes like stars. The image of the Mystic Queen.
Her voice echoed gently through the chamber.
