The moment Arlon stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted.
The cavern behind him disappeared entirely, replaced by a grand, empty hall.
The space was vast but not oppressive, the ceiling stretching high above, supported by tall, marble-like pillars that curved elegantly into sharp, twisting arches.
The walls shimmered with unknown symbols, softly glowing as if responding to his presence.
There were no monsters here. No threats, no immediate sense of danger—just an eerie stillness that weighed on the air.
This was a waiting ground. A place meant to prepare those who dared to challenge what lay beyond.
Ahead of him, a narrow corridor extended into the distance.
The floor was smooth but slightly reflective as if polished by countless steps that never reached their destination.
At the end of the corridor stood a portal.
It wasn't like the standard teleportation gates used in Trion's cities—those were stable.
This one was different.
