Synnove glanced at Rena from time to time; other than that, the entire upward journey had been silent. While Taeryn stole glances at Synnove as he was mesmerized by her beauty. He was awestruck, his cheeks turning red too.
The platform finally came to rest before doors wrought from materials that defied classification—neither wood nor metal nor stone, but something that seemed to exist in multiple states simultaneously.
Beyond lay a chamber of breathtaking proportion, its dimensions warped by Origin-working until the space contained within exceeded what its exterior walls could possibly hold.
A single table dominated the room's center, crafted from what appeared to be simple wood of white color. Two chairs faced a third across the table, while behind the head chair stretched an open balcony that offered an impossible vista of Hanompetra.
Rena gasped at the chamber's sheer scope, her inexperienced mind struggling to process architecture that bent space to accommodate infinity.
