The moment Grey stepped into the spatial distortion, the world tilted. His body turned weightless as if someone had plucked him out of reality itself. A soft ripple brushed across his skin, followed by a blinding ray of light that wrapped around him from head to toe.
His vision blurred for an instant, and when it cleared he was no longer in the outside world.
He stood on a long bridge made of faintly glowing stone. Each of these stones emitted a warm, gentle radiance, as if the bridge itself was breathing. Wisps of pink light rose from all around the place like drifting fireflies, illuminating the area around him.
"So this is the inheritance ground?" Grey looked around with an interested look on his face.
He could tell that these lights were automatically lit up after he entered the inheritance ground.
Soon, more and more wisps of light rose from everywhere and finally the place was completely lit up.
