It was silent in this realm tonight, or rather, it has always been nighttime and serene in this realm.
Only the moon was the realm's voice.
Silver light fell from the sky in steady streaks, a celestial rain that should've bathed the entire realm in its glow. But tonight, or rather, in this peculiar moment, the moonlight didn't scatter. It gathered, bent, and focused rapidly—drawn by forces unseen.
Every single thread of silver converged into a single, blinding column.
One that pierced the darkness like a spear.
Intensely, the beam shot downward, through a gap in the clouds—through a hole in a distant dome, and into the heart of a structure that waited in breathless stillness. The only building in the area was vast and circular.
Its ceiling was a dome of pale stone open to the sky above.
