His gaze turned upward, and King Valen Ashbluff felt his blood freeze in his veins.
Alyssara Velcroix smiled from the heavens above, her presence warping reality around her like heat distortion rising from sun-baked stone. Her jade-green eyes held depths that seemed to swallow light itself, while her pink hair cascaded around her shoulders like liquid silk touched by starlight.
And then, without a sound, without a gesture, the world twisted around him.
In an instant, Valen found himself somewhere else entirely—not just displaced, but transported to a realm that existed according to rules that defied every law of physics he had spent decades mastering. The air here was thick and silent, heavy with a presence that pressed against his consciousness like a physical weight. A new space, vast yet intimate, wrapped him in threads of eerie stillness that spoke to power operating beyond mortal comprehension.
It was Alyssara's world.
