The heavy, ancient doors of the world-tree wood groaned shut behind them with a finality that felt like the closing of a chapter of history.
As the resonant thud echoed through the air, the environment shifted, and they were no longer standing within the confines of a hall or a palace.
Instead, Haoran found himself staring out at a boundless, ethereal blue sky.
The horizon was a seamless gradient of azure and cerulean, dotted with floating white platforms of varying sizes.
At the center of all those floating platforms stood a massive, sprawling castle made of white marble and obsidian, their towers piercing the very clouds of this pocket dimension.
This was a place where time seemed to have no grip, where the air hummed with a frequency so high it made the marrow of Haoran's bones vibrate in sympathy.
"So... this is the Supreme Hall?" Haoran muttered, his golden eyes scanning the entire realm.
