Wind howled around Marco, sand stinging his eyes. He squinted, raising his arm for protection. Suddenly, the wind died down, leaving an eerie silence.Marco stood at the edge of an abyss, staring into darkness. A figure emerged from the shadows – his dark self.Marco, we meet again. What a pleasant surprise, his dark self said, a sly grin spreading across his face.What are you doing here? Marco asked, wary.I am here because you are here, his dark self replied. You are about to face something tremendously dark.But... I don't want to do anything like that, Marco protested. I'm supposed to face the Trial of Wisdom and receive the Crest of Wisdom. What's supposed to be dark about that?His dark self chuckled.Let me show you.He raised his hand, and an illusion appeared before them. Marco's eyes widened in horror at the image.This... this is what you're supposed to face, his dark self said, his grin growing wider.The illusion showed Marco standing in a desolate landscape, sur

Marco stood outside the Ancient One's door , his heart pounding in his chest. He had said goodbye to Sophia, Nana, and the others, promising to return victorious. The Ancient One opened the door, his eyes serious. Are you prepared, Marco Valenti? Marco nodded, his voice firm. I'm ready. The Ancient One stepped aside, allowing Marco to enter. The chamber was dark, lit only by a few candles. The air was thick with the scent of incense. The Trial of Power awaits you, the Ancient One said. But first, you must face your greatest fear. Suddenly, the chamber began to shake. The candles flickered wildly, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Marco stumbled, catching himself on the wall. What's happening? he asked, fear creeping into his voice. The Ancient One's eyes glowed with an otherworldly light. scar dark side is coming for you, Marco. Are you prepared to face it? The chamber shook violently, and Marco struggled to stay on his feet. The Ancient One's eyes blaz