Episode 44 – The Trial of Identity

The chamber that had echoed with steel fell quiet. The last fragments of shadow mist curled upward before fading entirely, leaving only the jagged pedestal where the shard had pulsed moments ago. Akira stood with his katana sheathed again, sweat still dripping down his jaw but pride steady in his stance.

Kuro's emberlight eyes lingered on him for a heartbeat before shifting to the stone steps unfurling ahead. They carved themselves out of the black, jagged wall like ribs opening to expose the way deeper.

[System Alert: Next Zone – Trial of Identity]

[Warning: Reality Distortion, Maximum]

Elira's violet eyes flicked toward the new stairway. Her frostfire shimmered faintly at her fingertips, a nervous tell. "Trial of Identity… that sounds even worse than the last one."

Akira exhaled sharply, forcing a grin despite the ache in his body. "Please. Compared to hundreds of dead swordsmen, how bad could it be?"

Reina tilted her head, the corners of her lips curving in a sly smirk. "That's the exact thing people say before screaming."

"Keep talking, rogue," Akira shot back. "It distracts me from the fact you actually helped back there."

Her emerald eyes glinted with challenge. "Don't get used to it."

Kuro stepped past them, his presence cutting through their banter. "Enough. Whatever's waiting ahead, it'll test more than blades or magic. Stay sharp."

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The stairway led them into suffocating mist—thicker than the crimson haze from before. This mist clung to skin like oil, its weight pressing down not on the body, but on the soul. Every step echoed as if it were swallowed by silence.

And then came the whispers.

"…Kuro…"

"…Elira…"

"…Akira…"

"…Reina…"

Each voice was different, yet identical—intonations twisted, familiar, almost their own. The whispers didn't call like enemies. They mocked, repeating memories, twisting them.

Kuro's jaw clenched as he caught his own voice echoing in the fog, sharp with disdain.

"You failed them. You couldn't protect anyone. You only destroy."

His hand tightened around his emberblade, flame flickering faintly before dimming.

Elira's breath caught. She heard her father again—but softer this time, almost sweet, almost cruel.

"Child… every step you take is borrowed power. Your frost, your fire—it was never yours. You are nothing without us."

Her hands trembled, frostfire curling uncontrolled at her fingertips.

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Akira grit his teeth as another voice rose. It was his own—but colder, ruthless.

"You're no swordsman. Just a shadow of greater men. You think cutting a few illusions makes you worthy? Pathetic."

He spat to the ground. "Shut up."

But the voice laughed, the sound identical to his own.

Reina, who had seemed so steady, faltered for once. A voice seeped into her ears, sickly sweet.

"You betrayed them all, didn't you? Your oath. Your kingdom. That's why they exiled you. That's why you'll be alone forever. Even he—" the voice curled, dripping venom as it echoed Akira's laugh, "—even he will leave you."

Her dagger hand twitched. The shadow of rage burned in her eyes—but beneath it, something raw and sharp flickered.

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The mist thickened until they could barely see each other.

Kuro stopped, turning sharply as he realized Elira's form was fading. "Elira!"

But her figure blurred, vanishing into the white.

At the same time, Akira cursed—Reina, too, dissolved from his side, leaving him swinging at shadows.

And then the system flared:

[Trial of Identity – Stage One Initiated]

[Rule: Each shall face their own reflection.]

The fog swallowed them whole.

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Kuro's Reflection

He stood alone. The world around him was gone—only the fog and a faint ember glow remained.

And then he saw him.

Himself.

But this Kuro wasn't the same. His emberlight eyes burned like wildfire, his expression twisted in cold arrogance. Behind him stretched an army of shadows, kneeling, countless and endless.

The reflection smiled. "I am what you will become. Monarch of Darkness. King of nothing but corpses."

Kuro's grip tightened. "That's not me."

The reflection tilted its head. "Not yet. But every choice you make, every life you fail to save—it all leads here. You'll bury them all, Kuro Jin. Even her."

The emberlight of his copy flickered, and behind it, Elira's figure appeared—hollow, her frostfire extinguished, kneeling in chains of shadow.

Kuro's chest burned with rage.

His flame flared. "Then I'll cut you apart before that happens."

And he charged.

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Elira's Reflection

She stood in a frozen hall, mirrors stretching endlessly, each one showing a different version of herself.

One mirror showed her with a crown, cold and lifeless, chained to her throne.

Another showed her kneeling, her people burning behind her.

Another… showed her cradling Kuro's body, blood dripping down her hands, frostfire dimming to nothing.

Her breath came shallow, her hands shaking.

From the mirrors stepped a version of herself—platinum hair perfect, violet eyes burning with cruel majesty.

The reflection sneered. "You are weak. You cannot lead. You cling to him because you know, without him, you would shatter."

Elira's throat closed. Her frostfire flickered out of control, ice cracking across the mirrors.

But then—through the storm, she heard a voice.

"Kuro…"

Her head snapped up. One mirror showed him—his flame steady, his gaze unyielding.

Her heartbeat steadied.

"No. I am not your prisoner. I am Elira Valenhart."

Frostfire surged, shattering the mirror into shards of light.

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Akira's Reflection

His double appeared with a katana in hand—same stance, same speed, but where Akira grinned with confidence, this one sneered with contempt.

"You'll always be second. Always chasing, never leading. Even now—look at him."

The reflection's blade flicked, showing Kuro's emberlight in the distance. "He shines. You follow. That's all you'll ever be."

Akira's hands trembled. The thought cut deeper than any blade.

But then, the sound of daggers clashing reached him. His head turned—through the mist, he caught Reina's silhouette, her emerald eyes burning, refusing to bow.

A grin broke through his fury.

"…Second? No. I carve my own path."

He lunged, his katana screaming with fire as he struck his reflection.

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Reina's Reflection

Hers came not as a warrior, but as whispers. Countless voices, faceless figures circling her.

"Exiled."

"Forgotten."

"Betrayer."

"Unloved."

They circled faster, pressing in, their whispers like knives.

Her daggers trembled in her grip. Her smirk, the one she wore like armor, cracked.

But then—his voice cut through. Akira's laugh, real this time, not mocking.

"Don't fall behind, rogue!"

Her eyes snapped up, fire igniting in her veins. She spun, her daggers carving arcs of black steel, shredding the voices into nothing.

"I am Reina Ashthorne! And I don't need your forgiveness!"

Her emerald eyes blazed, sharper than ever.

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The reflections shattered.

The fog recoiled, the echoes fading into silence. One by one, the four of them stumbled back into the same space, gasping, sweating, but alive.

Elira's frostfire still glowed around her hands, trembling, but steadier. She met Kuro's gaze for a fleeting moment, violet eyes softening. "…Thank you."

He said nothing—just nodded, emberlight steady.

Akira and Reina stood side by side, both breathing hard. He flashed her a grin. "Not bad, rogue. Didn't think you'd survive."

She smirked, flipping her dagger. "Didn't think you'd still be standing, swordsman."

Their gazes held for a moment longer than either admitted.

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The chamber shifted. Ahead, another staircase unfurled, but this one glowed faintly with silver light instead of oppressive mist.

[System Update: Trial of Identity – Cleared]

[Seal Fragment Progress: 3/4]

The silence pressed heavier now, not because of despair, but because of the truth they had faced—and chosen to overcome.

Kuro's voice was quiet, almost a growl. "…The labyrinth isn't just trying to kill us. It's trying to break us from within."

Elira stepped closer, frostfire flickering steady. "Then we don't give it the chance."

Their eyes met—and for just a moment, the abyss around them felt less heavy.

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[To Be Continued…]

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