I'M THE HERO OF THIS STORY?

Chapter 21: Too Convenient

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Ryazania POV

Commanding yet welcoming voice, his handshake firm. "Welcome to El Saria, the heart of dwarven pride and craftsmanship. I've heard tales of your journey through the Brimstone Pass. Few make it here unscathed."

I glanced around, awed by the dwarven capital. 

The city was an intricate blend of rugged strength and delicate artistry. Massive stone pillars held up arched ceilings carved with scenes of ancient dwarven battles and achievements, each one more impressive than the last. Shops and stalls lined the wide, cobbled streets, their vendors calling out in a mix of dwarvish and common tongue to sell gleaming weapons, armor, and fine gems.

Elara stepped forward, bowing respectfully. 

"We thank you for your hospitality, Dorin Gloin. We seek knowledge and aid in our journey. We hope that the dwarves might have records or tools that could help us as we seek shelter."

Dorin's eyes gleamed with interest as he studied our group. 

"Knowledge, indeed. El Saria is home to one of the greatest libraries and the Vault of Trials, where only the rarest metals are worked into powerful artifacts. If there is something that can help you please use.., our scholars and artisans might just have it."

Fein leaned in, curiosity lighting his eyes. "The Vault of Trials" ? Is it as legendary as they say?"

Dorin chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "Oh, it's more than legend, lad. But such places aren't open to just anyone. If you wish to enter, you must first prove your worth."

I nodded, feeling a strange thrill at the challenge. "We're ready. We've come too far to turn back now."

Dorin gestured toward a massive hall beyond the city's main square. "Very well. Head to the Vault of Trials. If you can pass the trials within, the Vault will be open to you. But beware—these tests aren't just of strength; they demand wisdom and unity."

We followed his directions, moving toward the hall with renewed purpose. As we entered, the heavy stone doors closed behind us, sealing us in a dimly lit chamber adorned with intricate runes. Torches cast flickering shadows across the walls, revealing carvings of past champions who had walked this path before us.

A voice echoed through the hall, ancient and powerful. "To wield the gifts of the Forge, one must prove their heart, mind, and spirit. Each of you must face a challenge that will test your very soul."

I steeled myself, feeling the weight of what lay ahead. Fein looked over, giving a nod of encouragement, and Elara whispered a quick prayer to the ancestors. 

We all took a collective breath as the room shifted, each of us being drawn into our trial.

When we entered the hall, there was a flash of light, and suddenly, I was alone.

 The surrounding room was vast and cold, its walls polished and smooth, almost reflective in the dim glow of torchlight. I tested the wall, driving my fist against it, only to feel an invisible force push back, like a barrier wrapped around the chamber, trapping me here. I took a breath, steadying myself.

Then, I heard faint voices from somewhere beyond. "Are you guys there?" echoed Fein's voice, tense and uncertain.

"I'm here!" I called back, pressing my hand to the wall as if sheer will might help me reach them. But my voice felt swallowed by the silence.

That's when I felt the room grow colder. Shadows began to coalesce at the far end, taking a shape I knew all too well. My heart sank as the figure of my cousin, once a source of light and laughter, stood before me, his eyes dark and filled with contempt.