Two figures sat on lotus-shaped platforms.
A soft but majestic light shimmered from their bodies and spread across the chamber. The air was thick, and every breath felt heavy. Threads of energy moved around them like slow rivers of light, entering their bodies and flowing out again. Their faces were calm, but veins stood out on their foreheads. Their brows twitched from time to time. Sweat rolled down their temples, yet their backs stayed straight.
The space around them trembled slightly, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
They were going through an epiphany.
Memories, insights, and laws of the world brushed past their minds like flashes of lightning. Their auras rose and fell, sometimes gentle and sometimes violent. The ground beneath the platforms had cracked long ago, unable to bear the pressure.
A little distance away sat a woman holding a huge sword across her knees.
