"The Dried Brush of Heaven… Paint My Reality."
I opened my eyes.
Darkness around me flared in gray strokes — like a brush leaving trails on an invisible canvas.
Lines emerged and joined together: walls, ceiling, floor... A room painted onto a sheet of paper.
Beside me, Saddler. Just as confused as I was.
"Any idea where the hell we are?" he whispered, waving his hands through the air. "I can't feel any energy. Nothing."
"Feels like we've been pulled into someone's domain," I said. "This can't be the real world. Riven's portals connect to another world. And now… everything's changed."
"Another world, huh?" Saddler scoffed. "You sure do know more than I thought. Care to explain properly?"
"If I had any answers, I'd give them. I don't even know what's happening myself."
And then—
A thin crimson line appeared before us, as if drawn through the air with a single stroke.
A silhouette stepped out from it.
