In another part of the Vault, far from the ruined city where the Holy Church moved with calm precision and distant from the rocky terrain where Belmont and his elite forces advanced confidently, the world shifted once again into something entirely different, almost unreal compared to the harsh and dangerous environments seen before.
This place was a garden, but not just any garden found in noble estates or royal palaces. It was purer, untouched, as if it had existed long before the outside world and had been preserved by some unknown force for countless years, free from time's decay or conflict's stain.
The ground was blanketed in soft green grass that glowed faintly beneath gentle golden light filtering through the sky above. Surrounding this serene space were flowers of every shape and color, some bright and vibrant like flames, others soft and pale like moonlight.
