[VOLUME 12: THE ORIGIN][ERA: THE PRIMEVAL AGE][LOCATION: THE RIFT - THE HEAVENLY ABYSS]
Stepping through the portal was not like walking through a door; it was like being swallowed by the cosmos.
The transition violently ripped the breath from Elara's lungs. One second, she was surrounded by the familiar scent of dried lavender and hearth smoke; the next, she was plunging into an endless, terrifying expanse of fractured reality.
There was no up. There was no down.
The Heavenly Abyss was a breathtaking, chaotic canvas where the universe seemed to have been torn to shreds and hastily stitched back together. Rivers of blinding, liquid gold—pure celestial energy—crashed against towering, jagged mountains of absolute, consuming shadow. The gravity was a living, breathing entity, violently pulling Elara toward a cluster of radiant stars one moment, only to drop her toward a swirling vortex of purple and black nebula the next.
