Darkness. Silence.
Dean Bruce sensed himself within a peculiar space, flowing at an immense speed.
But he couldn't see anything ahead.
He couldn't even move, forced to remain rigid and wait for the darkness to dissipate.
After what felt like an eternity, a glimmer of light began to unfold, like the slow unrolling of a scroll, dispelling the darkness entirely.
In an instant, dozens of figures came into view. Dean Bruce looked around, recognizing the same people who had been waiting outside the pyramid with him.
Remarkably, even their positions hadn't shifted!
The only difference was the surroundings, transformed from swirling sands to a grand, resplendent hall!
Notably, the guards hadn't been transported here.
Dean Bruce took a careful look around. The hall had over thirty corridors, each marked by two statues adorned with distinct patterns and engravings.
Seeing the statues brought Maggie Swain's words to mind.
