Lucien stepped into… somewhere else.
He turned in a slow circle. His eyes turned wide and... he froze.
This wasn't like any floor of the Lootwell Dungeon.
'Is this still Lootwell Dungeon?' The thought came unbidden.
No stone corridors. No castle walls like the gargoyle dungeon.
Only a vast expanse that defied description.
It felt like standing inside a shattered mirror. Jagged fragments floated in the air. Each one glinted with impossible depth.
And in every shard... They contain images.
Not simple murals but living scenes as though reality itself had been sliced and trapped in glass.
Wars raged inside those pieces. Unknown landscapes bled with fire. Soldiers clashed with towering monsters.
The very ground beneath him was cracked and treacherous. There are plates of stone hanging over nothing. One misstep and he might tumble through a shard into some other realm entirely.
