As Leon and Dasig stepped past the grand gates, the world shimmered. Twinkling silver threads unraveled from the very air, weaving themselves into an intricate pattern beneath their feet.
A brief sensation of weightlessness overtook them—like stepping into a lucid dream—before the threads coalesced and transported them to the heart of the castle.
The transition was seamless. One moment, they were outside the gates. Next, they stood within the grand chamber—an expanse untouched by time, suspended in an otherworldly glow.
