The Light Between Worlds

The transition was seamless—too seamless.

One moment, there was nothing but a brilliant flare of light. The next, they were there.

Thane's boots were pressed against the soft grass, his stance was instinctively guarded as his mind caught up to the sudden shift in space. Seline staggered slightly, her breath was still uneven from her prior state. Morgan, standing beside her, turned sharply, his eyes were scanning the area with cautious urgency.

They had appeared in the same place.

The same place as him.

Kaelen stood a few paces ahead of them, his white hair catching the dim glow of the night. But he wasn't looking at them.

His gaze was fixed forward.

Fixed on it.

The Spire.

The ancient structure loomed in the distance, stretching toward the heavens like an ominous beacon. A jagged silhouette against the darkened sky.

All of a sudden, something shifted.