Emrys felt the ground beneath his feet trembling as more soul force rushed in from every direction. The air grew heavy. Each breath he took was filled with thick soul energy that made his body feel both energized and pressured at the same time.
The massive vortex of silver mist surrounding the altar spun faster and faster. It looked like a storm made of light and soul energy, yet it made no sound. Emrys stared at it, wanting to know what was happening.
The soul energy continued to pour into the figure on the throne.
Tap.
Suddenly, a faint sound echoed, and the statue's finger moved.
It was just one small motion, but it felt like a giant bell had been struck in Emrys's mind. His heart pounded loudly.
Thump… thump… thump!
Then, the figure slowly opened its eyes. His eyes were like glowing twin stars as he gazed at Emrys.
Then, a deep voice echoed in the air.
"Since you were able to come here, it means you must have passed all the trials."
