Alex reformed inside a vast, white chamber.
He didn't land with a thud or stumble in confusion—he just appeared, like reality had snapped its fingers and dropped him there.
Silence hit him first.
Thick. Absolute. No wind. No hum. Not even the sound of his own breathing echoed back at him.
He glanced around.
The ground beneath his feet gleamed like polished marble, smooth and cold-looking, but it didn't feel cold. Overhead, the ceiling stretched so high it blurred into nothing—just an endless haze.
No doors. No windows. No walls.
Just white. Endless, glowing white that pulsed softly—like he was standing inside a living, breathing thing.
It reminded him of Oracle's room.
Sterile. Unsettling.
Before he could take a single step, a familiar chime cut through the silence,a glowing blue message blinked into view in front of him.
Ding!
[Welcome to the Second Selection of the Legacy Trial]
