Light twisted and reshaped the space around Kael and Morgana as they were pulled through the vortex. The swirling colors slowly gave way to an endless expanse of shimmering light. In every direction, floating fragments of worlds hovered in the void—realms suspended on invisible threads, each tethered to the Heart's power.
At the center of it all stood the Guardian of the Source, a figure of pure energy, shifting between forms of light and shadow. Its voice reverberated through the void, calm yet imposing.
"Welcome, Arbiter. Your final trial awaits. The fate of the realms rests in your hands."
Kael's heart pounded as he stared into the vast emptiness. His body still ached from the power of the Heart now embedded within him, but the weight of the Guardian's words was heavier than any physical pain. He took a step forward, his eyes locked on the figure before him.
"What is this place?" Kael asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
