The atmosphere felt heavy, dense, and dark—almost suffocating. Night had fallen, and the storm raged on, loud and blinding. However, its sound was muffled by the thick walls of the castle. A throne room took shape—black stone pillars, a blood-red carpet, and a mosaic forming a dragon that flickered in sync with the thunder. A different land, without a doubt.
Suddenly, like a signal being scrambled, the image began to fade. He wanted to see more and tried to shift his perspective toward the towering windows, but it was too late. Frozen in place, with the distortion happening too quickly, he didn't even have time to find a way to move.
— Let us meet again at a more fitting moment, dear Hero from another world, a voice suggested—before, at last, everything came to a stop.