The first faint rays of the shifted sun painted the eastern horizon, illuminating the glowing lines that crisscrossed the emerging landscape. The monoliths at their backs pulsed with a steady, unwavering light, a beacon in the dawn of a new reality.
Camelia took a deep breath, the fresh, crisp air filling her lungs. The fear was gone, replaced by a quiet resolve. The journey had truly begun.
Camelia stepped out of the circle of monoliths, following the brightest of the shimmering lines that stretched across the nascent plain. The ground beneath her feet felt solid, responsive.
Each step was a deliberate act, a conscious choice to engage with the unfolding reality. The air vibrated with a subtle energy, a silent hum that permeated everything.
Atherion walked beside her, his strides long and measured, his gaze fixed on the glowing path. His red eyes, once unreadable, now held a focused intensity, a quiet readiness for whatever lay ahead.
