Valarie's words aside, Damon looked around with an awed expression.
They were in a library—a library so vast he couldn't even see the bottom floors. There were only books stretching in all directions, vanishing into the distance as far as the eye could see.
They were standing on one of the upper levels, and yet somehow, despite having just been underground mere seconds ago, they'd arrived here. It didn't make sense. It was as if the very rules of space had been distorted, warped, and perverted. Even his perception felt... wrong somehow.
A faint mist lingered in the corners, just beneath the edges of towering bookshelves.
He stepped closer to the arched windows, gazing out at the moonlight.
Outside was the vast, ruined city of Lysithara in all its broken majesty. In the sky flew monstrous shapes—unspeakable horrors drifting like shadows across the stars. And on the ground, twisted forms of nightmare wandered through the ruins, their outlines visible under the pale luminescence.
