The corridors of Veylith's domain twisted and folded like origami made of shadow and starlight, guiding David through passages that defied conventional geometry. Stone walls rippled like water, reforming themselves into new configurations with each step he took. What had been a doorway moments before became a mirror, then a window overlooking impossible vistas, then a doorway again leading deeper into the labyrinthine structure.
David found the experience oddly soothing after the chaos of Seraphina's mindscape. Here, at least, the impossibilities followed their own internal logic, responding to Veylith's will rather than tearing themselves apart in conflict. The architecture pulsed with old magic, each stone infused with centuries of accumulated power.
Like walking through the nervous system of a sleeping god, he mused, one hand trailing along walls that shifted from rough stone to polished marble to what felt like living coral beneath his fingertips.
