Chapter 150
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2025-05-28 23:32:19

Oliver took a deep breath and stepped onto the glowing path of light. The moment his foot touched it, the heavy gate behind him slammed shut with a loud sound like thunder breaking a mountain.

The echo was sharp and powerful, making his whole body jump. He turned his head quickly, but the gate was gone. There was no going back now.

The path in front of him twisted and turned as it went upward, shining gold like a ribbon made of sunlight. But everything around it was black. There was no sky, only thick black mist swirling like smoke above.

Sometimes, pale blue lightning flickered far away, like weak stars trying to shine through the darkness. The air felt strange. It buzzed quietly, and Oliver’s skin started to tingle, like something invisible was touching him.

He held his dagger tighter in his hand. It was the only weapon he had. Then a voice, not his own, spoke inside his head. It was calm and cold.

System Message: Mental Trial Started – Realm of Echoes

Status: Lucidity Unstable

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