The moment the sanctuary fully bloomed, the world shifted.
Everything around Kyle, Melissa, and Bruce was consumed by a stark, endless white. There was no sky.
No ground. No horizon. Just an oppressive, serene void where the very concept of movement or thought dulled.
Melissa blinked rapidly. Her thoughts slowed, her breathing slowed—and for a terrifying moment, it felt easier to do nothing than to resist. Her sword slipped slightly in her grasp.
Beside her, Bruce stumbled forward, one hand on his temple.
"What… what is this place?"
Kyle stood unmoving. His eyes were focused, alert.
"It's Moras's sanctuary. A divine plane layered over reality," he said grimly. "Here, your minds are stripped of burden. It's meant to pacify. Control."
Bruce gritted his teeth. His knees trembled under the crushing quiet, but he dug in.
"It's like I'm being erased."
"You are. That's how gods keep mortals compliant. Take away their will."
Kyle said.
