The world was not what she was used to, but she regained her bearings quite easily.
She exhaled once, steady and controlled, letting her eyes adjust as she scanned her surroundings. Her stance settled into that familiar grounded stillness as her heartbeat slowed to its normal rhythm.
Glancing around, her heart was clear. This was the Trial of Truth.
Ediolon was a strange place for a prison, but then again, this was where the rebellious god Lazarak was held.
She doubted Lazarak had ever told the entire truth about his rebellion. If he was not dangerous, there was no way he would be imprisoned here. He was the main prisoner, and everyone else was merely an extra piece added to his confinement.
Her footsteps echoed a few seconds after she stepped. Each delayed footfall rang behind her, completely out of sync with her actual movement, the sound stretching unnaturally across the space. She slowed her pace for a moment, listening, then kept walking.
