The new world around Calithar dissolved into a flurry of silver dust as the spell from his crystal ball completed. His body felt weightless for a moment, suspended between time and space. Then, with a sudden pull, he was transported across realms—through light, darkness, and the quiet hum of creation itself.
When the silver mist cleared, Calithar found himself standing at the gates of the Moon's Dominion, the innermost sanctuary of Seraphine, the moon goddess.
The air shimmered faintly around him, filled with starlight and drifting petals that glowed like shards of glass. The entire place looked like it had been carved out of moonlight. Rivers of shimmering, strange liquid light ran through several thin channels, and the sky above was endless twilight, neither night nor day, but something in between.
In the distance stood a grand temple glowing with luminescence. Calithar's wings unfurled behind him as the whirling wind finally settled.
