21.| The Crossroads Of Fate
Yuè's consciousness soared high above the world, away from the carriage, liberated from the confines of his mortal vessel. He saw Mythos through a bird's eye, and like a raven on the wind, he gazed down. The vast expanse of icy forests and towering mountains spread out before his eyes.
But then the world shifted. It spun faster and faster, warping and distorting, as if he was hurtling through a portal.
As he fell forward through the boundless expanse, time and space blurred around him, the very fabric of reality rippling like a pond disturbed by a stone's touch.
Then, an unsettling darkness enveloped him, swallowing the vibrant landscape whole. Whispers, like echoes lost in space, slithered around him. The disembodied voices carried tales of sorrow and despair, as if they were tormented souls forever trapped in the liminal space between life and death.
"Over here," Beckoned one voice, its tone mournful and laden with a desperate longing.