The corridor did not lead into another narrow path this time. Instead, it opened into a space that felt planned from the start. It was not like the earlier areas that kept changing based on what they did. This place felt fixed. When Aurelion stepped inside, he noticed right away that nothing was shifting anymore. The air stayed still, the walls did not adjust, and the patterns no longer changed. That alone made it feel more serious than before.
Aurelion slowed down slightly as he entered, not stopping, but taking in everything. The chamber was wider than the paths they had walked through, though not large enough to feel empty. The ground was flat and clear, without the layered patterns they had seen earlier. The walls curved inward a little, shaping the space like an arena. It was not meant for movement. It was meant for something else.
