You step into the swirling darkness, gripping the crystalline dagger tightly. The shadows around you solidify, coalescing into a towering figure. Its eyes burn with an intensity that pierces your soul, and its shape shifts constantly, reflecting your deepest fears.
For a moment, you falter, but the dagger pulses with light, reminding you of your purpose. The voice of the compass echoes in your mind: “Fear is not the enemy. To master it, you must face it.”
“Why do you fear me?” the shadow hisses, its voice a blend of menace and sorrow. “I am a part of you, yet you hide from me.”
How will you confront the shadow?