The ground beneath his feet was no longer rough stone. It was a flat, gray surface, perfectly even and incredibly solid. He shifted his weight, digging his heels into the material, but it did not give or crumble, then he lifted his gaze.
His body went still.
Before him stretched a world he could not place within anything he knew.
Tall structures rose into the sky, their surfaces smooth and reflective. Some were made of a clear material that caught the light and mirrored the surroundings, while others stood in rigid lines of gray and white, stacked in layers that reached far above his line of sight.
Light reflected off every surface.
A constant stream of humans moved past him on all sides, their steps quick and purposeful. The males wore fitted clothing that clung to their bodies, long trousers, and tops that differed from anything Mirek had seen.
No, he'd seen it before. Their upper garment looked just like the one Lavayla wore.
