Even though it was quiet in the forest, you could feel the tension in the air. Lazy molten sparks of red, silver, black, and crimson were floating around, leftovers from the fourth trial's anger, but each ember seemed charged with anticipation. The guardian stood tall above, its eyes filled with molten silver fire, and its shadows snaked across the clearing. The guardian's voice was thunderous and deep, like mountains. "You have survived shadows, temptation, time, and reforged enemies, Moonbound," he said. "But mastery is not yet yours. The fifth and final trial begins—the trial that will decide the fate of the inheritance, your bonds, and your very soul." It was very sparkly in front of me, and the past, present, and possible futures all mixed together in a chaotic storm of molten energy. I could feel Kael, Thorne, and Draven's heartbeats thumping along with mine, each beat a tether, each pulse a thread holding me to reality. Sparks of red, silver, black, and crimson flew through t
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