The cosmic portal deposited the Weavers into a realm that seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space. The air shimmered with the remnants of cosmic energy as they stepped onto a terrain woven from the fabric of dreams.
The landscape before them was a surreal tapestry of ever-shifting colors and ethereal landscapes. The horizon bled into hues unseen, and the ground beneath their feet felt like a living entity pulsating with the essence of existence.
Aelion's words lingered in their minds as they gazed upon this uncharted realm. Victor, the leader, felt the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders. Their choices, as Aelion had foretold, would reverberate across realms. They were no longer pawns in Dhazam's game but architects of their own destiny.
