After the majestic encounter with Azure Dragon, the three sisters continued their exploration deeper into the dimensional rift. The corridors of glossy pitch-black stone, smooth and cold as if polished by the hands of time itself, stretched out before them. The War Sun Flame still burning brightly in Sylvia's palm illuminated the path with pure white light that sharply contrasted with the absolute darkness around them. The air felt increasingly heavy and thick, as if every step pressed their souls with purer and more ancient dimensional power like the pressure of seawater at immeasurable depths.
However, the farther they went, the clearer it became that this area had strange, deliberately created limits.
