Chapter 122 - Judgement

Before Lucas could fully process the weight of the system's words, a sudden force yanked him upward.

His stomach lurched.

The room blurred, the wooden floor vanishing beneath his feet. Air rushed past him, his limbs flailing as if gravity had momentarily lost its grip. Then—darkness.

For a brief moment, there was nothing.

Then, light.

Lucas gasped as he snapped into consciousness, eyes wide as he found himself kneeling on a cold marble floor. The scent of burning oil filled his lungs, mixing with something rich and perfumed.

Torches.

Dozens of them lined the walls, casting flickering shadows across the opulent chamber he now found himself in. Ornate pillars rose toward a vaulted ceiling, adorned with intricate carvings that depicted celestial battles—warriors clashing against monstrous beings, halos of light meeting storms of darkness.

Lucas swallowed hard.

This was not the inn.

And then, he felt it.