Kael opened his eyes.
The world around him had changed completely.
The hollow peak was gone. The inscriptions, the platform, and the heavy silence had all disappeared as if they had never existed.
What replaced it was something far beyond ordinary understanding.
He stood in a vast, boundless dimension.
There was no clear sky, yet something like a sky existed. It shimmered with layers of colors that could not be named. Deep violet currents flowed through golden cracks, while faint crimson waves pulsed like a heartbeat across the expanse. It felt alive, yet it had no form.
There was no ground, yet Kael stood.
Beneath his feet, a surface formed from overlapping geometric patterns stretched infinitely. Symbols rotated slowly within each other, forming circles, spirals, and structures that looked both mathematical and divine. Every step he took caused those patterns to shift and rearrange as if responding to his presence.
Mysticism.
