Celina opened her eyes and found herself no longer in the sacred room.
The stone floor was gone, and so were the statues.
The cold palace air had vanished.
Instead, soft golden light poured from a sky with no sun. The ground beneath her feet shimmered like polished glass, stretching into infinity. She looked around, heart racing, as a quiet wind hummed like whispers in her ears.
"Where... am I?" she whispered, barely hearing her own voice.
It was calm. Too calm. Like the world had stopped breathing. She thought it was an illusion of magic, almost getting ready for battle, but there was no weapon with her, and she couldn't use magic in this era.
"This place can't be dangerous..." She muttered.
Celina stepped forward slowly, each footstep sending a ripple across the glassy floor. Then—voices. She heard gentle voices, echoing around wherever she was.
She turned sharply.
