The massive citadel loomed before them.
Its walls were carved from condensed divinity itself, layered with runes that pulsed faintly—authority given physical form.
This was the Hall of Judgment.
Two divine officers flew ahead, their capes fluttering lightly as Zane and Eirenyssa followed behind.
Zane glanced up at the towering structure.
"Ohhh," he said casually.
"So this is the Hall of Judgment."
Eirenyssa looked around with quiet awe.
"…It's similar to Everion," she said. "But not exactly the same."
They passed through vast corridors of pale gold stone, the air growing heavier with every step. Divine pressure pressed against existence itself, not hostile—but commanding.
Finally, they stopped before an enormous door.
White and gold. Circular. Covered in layered sigils that rotated slowly on their own.
One of the officers stepped aside.
"Please go in."
The doors opened without a sound.
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Inside, darkness dominated.
