The primordial realm slipped away behind Lilyanna, letting her leave. At the same time, the barrier around Quinlan remained intact, carried with her.
Her home dimension received her without protest.
The space opened into a vast interior that had never been shaped by mortal hands or mortal needs. There were no walls in the common sense, only planes of structure that defined direction and hierarchy. Light did not fall from above. Instead, it existed everywhere at once, layered in bands that shifted slowly, never pausing. The floor beneath her feet resembled polished metal from a distance, yet it responded faintly to each step, acknowledging her presence through subtle changes in texture and lighting up.
This was where the Goddess of Thalorind resided, the place from which the whole world was administered.
Lilyanna walked forward at an unhurried pace, posture relaxed, fingers still loosely curled at her sides. The barrier drifted behind her, keeping pace without needing guidance.
