After the group vanished, the world around them reassembled itself in an instant, and they found themselves in a different place.
The unique aura of the Throne was gone, replaced by the muted hum of mana engines and the creak of carriage wheels on paved obsidian roads.
Albedo blinked once, his vision still adjusting from the darkness of the Throne Hall to the warm glow of the carriage interior. The faint shimmer of teleportation energy faded from the air, leaving behind only the faint scent of lilac incense and mana oil.
Outside, the twin suns of Ghenna hung low over the horizon, casting long shadows across the endless plains of dark stone and crimson sky. The air shimmered faintly with demonic essence, dense and yet strangely breathable.
The environment around them was just as it was before, aside from the magnificent Umbral Spire, everything was still and boring just like before, the aura of the Spire warding off potential beasts.
