As you step into the circle, something changes. A strange, pulsing sensation seems to beat through your body, as if every nerve, every patch of skin were being gently and rhythmically struck. You fold your legs beneath you and sit down in the circle, feeling the pulse within you.
"Basileios?" asks Drazha, a nervous tone in her voice. "What's happening?"
"The cavern!" exclaims Seramet. "It's coming apart!"
The air around you seems to be shimmering now, and as you sit there, it seems as if the walls and ceiling of the cavern peel away to reveal a very different scene. You sit on the same circle hewn into rock, but surrounding you now is a vista of snow-capped mountains rising out of a sea of mist into a night sky alive with stars. Mighty castles and towers top many of the mountains, linked together by graceful stone bridges. One of these bridges leads away from the mountaintop on which you now sit, and near it are three familiar figures, facing the circle as if they were awaiting your arrival.
Immediately, Seramet and Drazha drop to their knees, while Kral remains standing, speechless.
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