The space was white, endless, with pillars rising from a ground too far below to see. A solemn, holy atmosphere weighed heavily on the air, pressing down on all who entered and instilling an unspoken reverence.
At the center of the countless pillars floated a sphere, encircled by golden rings. Within it, a luminous liquid churned slowly, spinning in measured cycles as if obeying an unseen will.
A man walked into the white expanse.
His heart was heavy, though his expression remained calm. A parasol rested in his hand, its handle adorned with a thin chain that jingled softly with each step. The sound echoed faintly, swallowed by the vastness.
He stopped atop a pillar near the center of the chamber, not far from the floating sphere of gold.
The Elixir of Pseudo Immortality.
His gaze lingered on it. He had seen it before, though never without feeling a quiet dread.
