"...."
Lord Hedrick's eyelids lifted with slow deliberation, as if reluctant to let go of a world that was no longer there.
The magnificent, awe-inspiring scene that had surrounded him moments before had dissolved into nothingness.
Gone were the exalted figures seated atop clouds.
Gone was the colossal arena teeming with millions of emperors, nobles, and celestial spectators.
Gone was the majestic stage sculpted entirely from hardened divine mist.
Gone, too, was the vibrant energy of celebration.
All of it… had vanished as if it were but a dream
And what replaced it was a reality far quieter.
Before him now lay a vast stone chamber—ancient in architecture, with every inch carved with sacred runes and forgotten histories. A room so large and refined it could easily serve as the heart of a royal palace.
Yet, despite its grandeur, it contained only the barest essentials:
A single, modest bed.
A plain wooden desk.
No guards. No luxury. No warmth.
Only silence.
