As the light enveloped them, Bella and Petne could feel the very fabric of space twist and shift around them, pulling them from one dimension into another. For a brief moment, their eyes were forced shut by the intensity of the transition.
Then, just as quickly as it had begun, the sensation ceased.
Their feet touched solid ground, and the familiar pull of the tower's teleportation faded. When they opened their eyes, they found themselves standing in a vast, quiet clearing.
Around them, a sea of vibrant green and brown grass stretched out in every direction, rustling softly under the gentle breeze. The clearing seemed peaceful, almost too peaceful for a place designed to test the mettle of powerful cultivators.
In the distance, the faint chirping of birds and the occasional sway of trees could be heard, but there were no visible threats—no towering beasts or ominous signs of impending danger.
