"Our existence is anchored to a vast and carefully ordered system of realms. At this moment, you are a native of the Scarred Realm, a world standing at the boiling point of an existential catastrophe."
"Above the Scarred Realm exist six higher planes of existence, each inhabited by beings whose power far exceeds anything your world could presently comprehend. To help you understand the structure of this reality, let me show you a rough representation."
As Nir spoke, a luminous projection bloomed into existence above her palms. Rings of pale light rotated slowly around one another, forming the shape of an inverted cone made of seven circular layers. Each disc revolved in perfect synchronization, radiating a strange sense of depth that made the structure feel less like an illusion and more like a glimpse into reality itself.
"Each disc represents one existence plane," Nir explained calmly. "The smallest and lowest layer is the Scarred Realm, the world where you currently live."
