After the conversation, Isadora and Seraphine exit the throne room, leaving Argon alone with his thoughts. The heavy doors close behind them, and the grand chamber falls into a serene silence. Argon takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of the impending journey settle over him.
"System," Argon commands, his voice resolute. "Do it."
The system responds without hesitation. Argon doesn't see a portal open; instead, he feels a sudden shift, a pull at his very essence. In an instant, he vanishes from his throne, the familiar surroundings of his castle dissolving into nothingness.
Argon finds himself in the worm space, a realm of swirling, chaotic energies. The space is a void filled with violent, roiling currents of pure energy, shifting in hues of deep purples, blues, and blacks. It's as if the very fabric of reality here is in a constant state of turmoil, tearing and mending itself endlessly.
