As Mira's heart rate steadied, the dense fog that had enveloped the island began to slowly retract around her, revealing the vibrant world that lay hidden within. Ancient structures, looking as though they were shaped from the very bedrock of the island itself, stood tall around her. They bore intricate carvings of foxes in various poses, some combative, some serene, all carrying a certain aura of reverence.
The aura that the colossal fox statue emitted was beyond what she had felt before. With the trial over, the surroundings had an almost serene calmness, making the previous violent confrontation seem like a distant nightmare.
Mira gazed at the statue. "So, you were testing me, huh," she whispered, not expecting a response.
To her astonishment, a voice, gentle and ancient, responded in her mind. "Every legacy requires an heir who not only wields its power but understands its depths."
