Hermes entered the middle turret.
The air changed the moment he stepped in. No longer erratic like the outside Void, it was thick and humming—like the room itself was casting a spell.
Shadows moved on their own across the floor. Candles hovered mid-air, spiraling like lazy stars. Books muttered secrets in forgotten tongues, and the smell of brimstone was masked faintly by burning sage.
Trivia stood at the center.
She was tall, robed in midnight indigo and veiled in gold-threaded lace. Her eyes were pitch wells of moving symbols, ever-shifting.
Her hair was tied back in three braids, and her hands were already aglow with chalk-white symbols drawn midair. A trinity of circles revolved behind her head like a halo—a triangle, a crescent moon, and an ouroboros snake eating itself.
The infamous Void Witch.
"So," Trivia said, her voice echoing in thirds—three distinct tones layered atop each other. "You've arrived. State your purpose."
