'Master!' Erebus and Valeria's alarmed voices rang out simultaneously in my consciousness, their panic cutting through my awareness like emergency sirens.
At the same time, I felt Luna's presence stir as she tried to manifest beside me. 'Arthur, it's dang—'
Her voice was cut off mid-warning.
No, not just her voice—the entire world itself seemed to be severed from reality.
Yet somehow, I continued walking forward, my feet moving of their own accord across ground that was no longer the corrupted wasteland of the Ashen Territories. The twisted crystalline formations vanished, replaced by something far more disturbing.
The landscape around me transformed with nauseating fluidity, reality reshaping itself like clay in the hands of an unseen sculptor. Where moments before there had been dark crystals and corrupted vegetation, now I saw gleaming towers of glass and steel reaching toward a clear blue sky.
