Guided by Isilra, Orion stepped through the veil within the heart of Staghelm City and entered the sanctum of The Demigod of the Moonwell.
It was a pocket dimension—a phase-shifted instance that clung to the Silverwood Realm like a shadow, sharing the same sky yet remaining invisible to the naked eye. It existed in the "between," a secret layer of reality known only to the city's highest guardians.
"Incredible," Orion murmured. "The mana density here feels like a warm embrace."
He stood before the Moonwell itself. It wasn't just water; it was liquid moonlight, hazy and dreamlike. It lacked physical surface tension, existing more as a concentration of energy than a fluid. Orion could feel it thrumming against his senses.
"Your vitality signature… it has already surpassed the threshold of an Arch Lord."
