Kain's tirade was not dignified by the relic with a response.
Just as his voice cracked mid-curse, the room vanished.
There was no warning. No flash. Not even a hum.
Just—cut.
The cold matte stone of the waiting room evaporated around him like smoke. The scent of blood emitting from himself and his allies, was replaced by something sickly sweet—like honeysuckle and fresh grass. After a slight feeling of floating, the sensation of the ground returned.
When the world reassembled, Kain was standing alone in the middle of a vibrant, oversized forest. The trees were crystalline, their translucent trunks refracting the dim lavender light that filtered through a shimmering 'sky' that looked like a stained-glass ceiling. Thick vines drooped like ropes from violet-leaved canopies, swaying unnaturally despite the still air.
Queen, Aegis, and Bea were gone. Vauleth, too.
He also wasn't able to use the star space to summon them to his location.
