The moment Max stepped into the Emotion Severing Path Chamber, the door behind him closed without making even the faintest sound, sealing him inside a darkness that felt far more absolute than the absence of light.
There was no flash of brilliance, no grand welcome, and not even a system prompt explaining what he needed to do next. The chamber before him was completely dark, but this darkness was not ordinary darkness.
It was still, cold, and empty, as though sound, color, warmth, and even emotion itself had been severed from this place long before he arrived.
Max stood there in silence with Dragonheart in his hand, while the little cursed eye attached to his shoulder blinked once before becoming strangely quiet, as if even the Witch's curse mark did not dare to move carelessly inside this chamber.
