The world shifted.
And Corey found himself standing atop a tower of light.
He blinked.
Not because of confusion, but because of the overwhelming brightness of the world before him.
Golden spires rose into the skies like celestial spears. Roads of floating crystal weaved through the clouds, connecting towers and platforms that were filled with people.
Mana rivers flowed through the air, sparkling with hues of violet, gold, and silver.
The skies were blue. Not the pale blue of a normal day, but a deeper, fuller hue. Almost like a polished gemstone.
And the sun?
It was ten times brighter and larger than that of New Earth.
'Virendell.' Corey thought in amazement.
The city was alive. Not decayed. Not hollow. And not dying.
It was alive, thriving, and prosperous. Unlike the current Dying City he was in.
It was a realm of knowledge, magic, and advancement. It was a vision of what once was. Or what should have been.
'This is a memory... Not a vision.'
