Max stood still for a brief moment at the boundary.
The difference between the latter half of the first pillar and this threshold was distinct. The flame concepts here were no longer loosely interwoven. They felt denser, more unified. The raging aspect intensified, and the destructive intent sharpened.
Ahead of them, the floating screens displayed that the leading disciples had already crossed into the second pillar. Their figures were faint silhouettes moving within a deeper crimson glow.
Max's attention was no longer on the oppressive heat pressing against his body, nor on the steady breathing of Carl and Laura beside him. His gaze had shifted upward toward the floating screens suspended high within the dome.
One particular screen captured his full focus.
