Who even knows anymore?
And so, the adventurers of Kisaik, Vega, and Chuckles, who you've all met because Vega is impeccably polite about introducing him, entered the Trial of the Scared. Directly at their back was the slightly shrinking portal they'd stepped through. Before them was a hallway of glass walls, ceilings, and floors, with wonderfully carved wooden frames. Even to the most dimwitted man, it would be clear by the various turns, openings, and halls, that the trio were in a glass maze.
To those who were wise enough to use their eyes and pay attention, they'd see that it was not simply glass around them. Some of the panels were see through glass, standard. Others were mirrors, though these mirrors often did strange things, from distorting the reflection, to showing the backside of the person looking at it, to not showing one person, or showing them multiple times. Others still were not glass at all, but some form of force field. Some of these force fields held firm, others were stretchy, some refused to be touched, some fought back. And finally, some of the panels were not panels at all, and instead were just empty space, for a maze without halls is not much of a maze.
To the incredibly astute, a motionless form could be seen in the incredibly distance, through many, many walls, was a prone woman's body. It was flickering back and forth between what appeared to be her normal state, and a crystalline, transparent state. It was too far to tell if she was moving in her prone state. Chuckles strayed too close to one of the wooden edges, and ignited it. Every wooden edge in the entire trial instantly ignited and disappeared, removing all semblance of reference and border from the mirrors, leaving not a trace they ever existed.
Meanwhile, voices were coming from the maze, into the minds of Vega and Kisaik. They were whispering, asking the pair to let them in, yet doing so without words. They wanted in, but they would not force it. But all it would take was a simple consent.
