You step back, shaking your head.
The reflection pauses, tilting its head.
Then, with a voice laced with contempt, it whispers:
“I knew they weren’t worthy of power.”
The mirrors dim, leaving nothing—no reflection, no whispers, just an empty, silent void.
A cold wind blows through the chamber, the path forward now different—darker. The way ahead feels heavier, as though you’ve lost something intangible.
Renshin does not speak.
You step forward, but something lingers in the air.
The weight of a missed opportunity.
The wisdom of Chikara remains out of reach. But is it forever? Perhaps another test awaits down the line—a moment of redemption where they may return and prove themselves once more.