Aksai's vision blurred.
The chamber around him dissolved as the spectral notifications finalized his teleportation.
The world spun around him as if he was trapped inside some king of shadow vortex, making him subconsciously close his eyes.
A moment later, he felt solid ground beneath his feet once again. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a hall so vast and majestic that he momentarily forgot to breathe.
The space was immense, with towering pillars that seemed to stretch endlessly toward the vaulted ceilings.
Golden lights floated through the air, their movements fluid and serene, resembling polar northern lights that danced and shimmered with a soft, celestial glow. Despite their calm beauty, they carried a faint yet potent energy, making Aksai's Spirit essence stir in response. It was as if someone or something had purified a very high grade of Spirit essence before making it manifest in such a way.
