“Kenna James,” the Arbiter intoned. “To claim what you seek, you must choose your trial: , The Court of Lies , or The Mirror of Regret .”

Kenna tightened her grip on her worn leather satchel. She’d spent years hunting legends, but this… this was different. This was personal. If she enters, every step creates a phantom copy of herself—some helpful, some hostile. She must reach the center without knowing which Kenna is real.

Kenna James stood at the edge of the Obsidian Gate, her reflection wavering in its dark surface. A low hum vibrated through the air—the voice of the Arbiter, an ancient entity that tested souls seeking the fabled Heartstone.