Before his eyes, a blur, and the scenery began to change.
Just a moment ago, the Fate Temple had been a mere plaque, but in the next breath, the surrounding space collapsed, evolving into a boundless dark world.
Majestic high walls stood erect, constructing a complicated network of paths wide enough for giants to pass through, built in the architectural style resembling the lightless First Hall of Sins on Abyss Island.
Yet, the surfaces of these high walls and passages were covered in black, winding branches, intricate and twisted, confusing the mind.
Direction?
The interior of the Fate Temple, so vast it resembled a labyrinth, was blurred by the branches covering various features and landmarks.
For newcomers, not to mention directions, they couldn't even distinguish the walls from other places.
Not to speak of being vigilant of the strange characteristics of the Fate Temple itself, and the myriad hazards potentially hidden within these dense branches of the ancestral tree.