The air shifted. The outside world grew distant. At that instant they seemed to be disconnected from Rion, and right in front of them a new world seemed to have appeared.
The sky above wasn't truly a sky but a swirling expanse of shattered stars and drifting fragments of broken constellations.
The ground beneath their feet pulsed faintly, as though it were alive, humming with a power that predated ancient times. Black stone plains stretched endlessly in every direction, cracked and veined with glowing silver lines that formed strange, ever-shifting patterns—runes older than history itself.
It appeared to be a perfect world with powerful essence rules permeated through the land. The moment they arrived, everyone instinctively held their breath.
They were all geniuses and had a deep understanding of their various laws, as all of them felt improvement in their understanding of laws. Even Apollo felt understanding rules here was dozens of times faster than outside.
