The tremors underfoot grew stronger, and Trevor instinctively reached for his sword, his hand tight around the hilt. Lyra, her staff still crackling with magic, stepped closer to him, her eyes darting nervously toward the darkness that now enveloped the temple’s interior.The voice of the Keeper reverberated through the stone walls, unsettling in its calm, deep resonance. “You’ve entered my domain, travelers. Now you will face the consequences.”“Consequences?” Trevor muttered under his breath. “I thought this was supposed to be a temple, not a horror show.”The air grew heavier as the sound of footsteps echoed from the shadows ahead. The ground before them cracked open with a loud groan, and out of the darkness emerged a massive figure—tall, towering, and made entirely of stone. Its eyes burned with a fiery orange glow, and its chest heaved like a living volcano, steam rising from every crack.“Meet my first trial,” the Keeper’s voice boomed. “If you wish to survive, you must defeat

Trevor’s stomach lurched as he plummeted into the blinding light, his sword slipping from his grasp. He reached out, desperately trying to find something—anything—to hold onto.“Lyra!” he shouted, his voice barely audible over the deafening rush of air.“I’m here!” Lyra’s voice came from somewhere above him, her outline faint against the endless glow.The fall felt like it lasted forever, yet when Trevor hit solid ground, it was like slamming into a wall. He groaned as pain shot through his body, his vision swimming. Somewhere to his left, Lyra landed with a thud and a muffled curse.“Still alive?” Trevor croaked, rolling onto his back.“Barely,” Lyra muttered, pulling herself to her knees. Her staff glowed faintly, providing enough light to reveal the strange place they’d landed.The ground beneath them was smooth and reflective, like black glass. Overhead, the endless glow had given way to a sky filled with swirling patterns of blue and silver, resembling a cosmic ocean. The air hum

The void warped and twisted around them, and suddenly, Trevor and Lyra found themselves standing on solid ground. The oppressive darkness of the system world faded, replaced by a faint, eerie light.Trevor blinked, adjusting to the strange glow. “Where are we now? Please tell me it’s somewhere less nightmare-inducing.”Lyra turned in a slow circle, her staff dimly glowing. “I don’t know... but it feels familiar.”In the distance, a shimmering surface caught their attention. It looked like a massive mirror, suspended in the air, its edges rimmed with cracks. Lyra took a cautious step toward it, and Trevor followed, his sword at the ready.As they approached, the mirror rippled like water, and an image began to form. Trevor froze, his heart skipping a beat.It was their world.The streets of the city stretched out before them, bustling with life. Cars honked, people hurried by, and the familiar hum of everyday life filled the air. It was almost too perfect—like a memory frozen in time.

Trevor pushed through the tangled forest, his sword cutting away the gnarled branches that clawed at his path. The oppressive silence weighed heavily on him, broken only by the occasional distant growl.“Alright, creepy forest,” he muttered, “let’s get this over with. Show me the big bad thing I have to fight.”The air seemed to shift in response, and Trevor froze. From the shadows, a figure stepped forward—an exact replica of him.The copy grinned, twirling a sword identical to his own. “You really think you’re ready for this, delivery boy?”Trevor blinked. “Oh, great. My self-esteem issues are back, and now they’ve got swords.”The copy lunged, forcing Trevor to block the strike. Their blades clashed, sending sparks flying. Trevor stumbled back, his mind racing.“Okay,” he said, dodging another attack, “this is officially the weirdest fight I’ve ever had.”The copy smirked, its movements mirroring Trevor’s perfectly. “You can’t win. I know every move you’ll make.”Trevor gritted his

Trevor’s stomach lurched as he plummeted through the darkness. Wind howled past his ears, but there was no ground in sight.“This is it,” he yelled. “This is how I die. Not in an epic battle, not saving the world—just falling forever.”Lyra’s voice cut through the rushing air. “Shut up and focus,stop talking about dying now, we will die if you don't shut your mouth Trevor!".Trevor twisted in midair, barely managing to see her falling beside him. She was gripping her staff tightly, eyes glowing with determination.“Focus on what?” he shouted. “Gravity is kind of kicking our butts right now!”Lyra gritted her teeth. “Then we fight gravity.”She thrust her staff downward, and a surge of golden energy exploded beneath her. For a brief second, she slowed—but then the force of the fall overcame the magic, and she dropped again.Trevor winced. “Well, that was a good try, really I'll try that next time,that was well executed!"“Shut up.”Lyra gripped her staff again, chanting quickly. This t