The floor of the tower was unlike anything Miya had ever encountered. Darkness reigned supreme, an endless void that swallowed light and blurred the edges of reality. There was no ground, no sky, just a swirling mass of shadowy qi that ebbed and flowed like a living entity.
To anyone else, it would have been oppressive and disorienting, but to Miya, it was a sanctuary.
She sat cross-legged at the center of the abyssal plane, her presence barely distinguishable from the void itself. Her dark leather battle dress seemed to blend seamlessly into the surroundings, leaving only her eyes visible—two blazing beacons of white brilliance piercing through the impenetrable black.
