Chapter - 63
Somewhere in some corner of the world.
In a hall that was unlike anything the modern world could birth which was vast, shadowed, and dripping with ancient majesty.
Its pillars, carved from obsidian and etched with timeworn glyphs, rose into darkness far above where any chandelier could reach.
The ceiling was transparent and loomed like the sky before a storm. Tall stained-glass windows stood along the flanks, their colored panes refracting the moonlight into streaks of red, violet, and deep blue across the polished black marble floor.
The stillness was deafening. It wasn't the silence of peace. It was the silence of judgment, breathing in the presence of something far beyond mortal comprehension.
At the far end of the hall stood a massive door. It was tall, metallic, and almost alive with the energy that pulsed faintly through the symbols carved into its bronze surface.
