The light engulfed them, pulling the ship and its crew into the heart of the Cradle. For a moment, the blinding radiance consumed everything, leaving only the sensation of movement—disorienting, as though they were being hurled across dimensions. The Realm Lord steadied himself, the weight of his decision heavy on his shoulders.
When the light finally receded, they found themselves in a vast expanse, an ethereal realm unlike anything they had ever seen. The ground beneath their feet was made of shimmering stardust, shifting and swirling like an endless ocean. Above them, the sky was a kaleidoscope of colors, with shifting constellations and swirling galaxies moving in strange, fluid patterns.
"This place…" Drakken growled, his fiery body casting flickers of heat into the air. "It's alive."
