The stone gate sealed behind them—and in that moment, they realized they had left the world behind. There were no stairs. No stone walls. No crystals glowing overhead.
Only a pale white expanse stretching into nothing. A sky with no sky. A floor with no edge. Everything suspended in a space that didn't belong to any world at all.
Molvar was the first to speak.
"Well… at least this place is clean."
Cedric said nothing, but his hand was already on his sword, eyes sweeping with sharp instinct. Karl stood silently, eyes fixed ahead—not on anything visible, but on something unseen pulling at his focus.
Then a voice spoke. Not loud, not clear, but impossible to ignore.
"Three souls. Three paths."
The ground beneath them fractured into three glowing lanes—beams of light stretching into distant mist, each in a separate direction.
Molvar turned to Karl. "No. Don't tell me this is—"
