All that remained before Rainn's eyes was endless darkness, a darkness that stripped away every sense.
She stood alone in an empty space where even time seemed to have stopped.
There was nothing around her to hold on to. No sound. No light. Only a suffocating silence.
"Rainn."
An extremely old, withered voice suddenly echoed from the depths of the darkness, as if it had crossed countless ages to reach her.
Rainn snapped her head up. Magical power surged around her by instinct as she went on guard.
In the endless void, an old woman in an ancient white robe floated silently in midair.
Her eyes were pure milky white, without even a trace of pupils, yet they gave off a soft and holy light.
"Who are you?" Rainn asked coldly, her voice filled with deep caution.
"I am the Wraithshard of the third-generation Primordial Miko."
The old woman slowly descended in front of Rainn, as light as a weightless feather.
"I am also the final guardian of this trial."
