Venn walked through the door without looking back. Behind him, the Obsidian Galleries collapsed into silence, and Vethis sat alone in the dark, wondering if he had just lost or won something himself.
“I can’t,” he said, but his voice was small. DV-s The Skaafin Prize
Vethis laughed—a dry, ancient sound, like stones grinding together. “Very well, DV-s bearer. You have completed the fourth Trial. You have shown the Skaafin something we forgot: that the greatest prize is not what you regain, but what you refuse to abandon.” Venn walked through the door without looking back