The white mist of the death void did not fade into darkness, but crystallized into soaring colonnades of solid amber light.
Hajin found himself standing within a gargantuan open-air rotunda perched high above a sea of endless radiant clouds.
The cyclopean architecture was breathtaking, crafted from flawless polished alabaster and veined with glowing rivers of living starlight.
A soft celestial breeze swept across the open terrace, carrying the faint fragrance of sun-warmed cedar and eternal spring blossoms.
High overhead, the vaulted canopy opened to a twilight celestial sphere, where glowing nebulae and ancient constellations wheeled in timeless harmony.
Along the perimeter of the rotunda stood twelve towering statues of primordial guardians, their stone faces carved with serene expressions of vigilance.
At the center of the vast circular pavilion sat an immense council table forged from seamless luminous metal, encircled by twelve high-backed chairs.
