Chapter 6474

In the heart of the Elder Soulborn Forest, the last afterimage of the Second Trial’s Wraithbeast Ordeal scattered completely. The violent aftershocks of soul-force slowly died down, and the entire chamber sank back into dead silence.

Thin black-and-white mist rolled and drifted, like smoke, like low haze. It covered the road ahead, neither cold nor scorching, neither forceful nor baleful.

It did not carry the bone-deep chill from the first two trials, the kind that devoured the spirit. It did not carry the bewitching chaos of the illusion array either. It was so plain it nearly crossed into the unnatural.

Jared’s violet soul withdrew every trace of its edge and put away the Aureate Codex’s protective golden radiance. It carried not the slightest defense, not the slightest guard.

Bare and weightless, it followed the direction of the drifting mist and floated slowly toward the necessary entrance to the Third Trial.

This was the choice he had reached after weighing it over and over.