Williams paused, the world around him settling into darkness. His breath caught in his throat as the surroundings solidified into something unrecognizable—an oppressive, shadowed space that seemed to pulse with an unnatural weight.
He took in his surroundings, eyes narrowing as he studied the dim room.
[Reality Master]
The Spirit with Good Luck
[Fractured Reality]
The Temple with Good Luck
[Rank]
Memory (Middle Tier)
[Task]
/???/
The air was thick with the scent of incense, heavy and sweet, curling through the space like tendrils of smoke. The faint light of several candlesticks flickered in the gloom, casting long, wavering shadows against the cold stone walls. Their flames danced erratically, as if the fire itself was unsure of its purpose in this place.
