On the surface, the second test sounded simple: cross the courtyard and enter the main hall of the Mist Veil Palace. But the moment Marcus took in the sight before him, he knew there was nothing simple about it.
Headless warriors stood at the forefront, their towering frames encased in gleaming black armor. Each gripped a massive greatsword, the blades heavy enough to cleave through shields in a single stroke. Though their necks ended in empty darkness, their bodies radiated a silent menace, as if sight were unnecessary for creatures like these. Above them, flocks of white vultures circled in restless patterns, their pale wings cutting through the mist-choked air. The courtyard was sealed from both land and sky. Without considerable strength, passing through would be impossible.
This was a trap hidden in clever design. It was a blunt challenge and a test of pure power.
And that was not all.
