His figure stood before a massive streak of light that seemed to reach the sky. It pulsed faintly with white light.
Damon could feel the faint spatial currents inside it. It was a mystery, and he had been watching it for days. He tried sending his shadow perception inside, but his shadow perception just disappeared. There were no shadows there, and even if there were, he couldn't sense them.
So this is the entrance to a lower world. This lower world was fundamentally a part of the world of Aetherus, but some of them operated on fundamentally different rules, or maybe they were similar.
What mattered was what you could bring back: rare materials, scrolls, knowledge, magic, elixirs, or lost relics.
So much could be gained and with it, fame and fortune.
If you lived to keep them.
'If'
'I wonder where we would be when we die and realize all the things we've been killing ourselves for in this world amount to nothing.'
