The darkness around Lyerin began to dissipate, melting away like a shadow under the noon sun.
As the blackness cleared, his surroundings slowly came into focus. He found himself standing in the center of a grand, circular room.
The space was enormous, filled with towering columns and arched ceilings that reached impossibly high.
The walls were lined with ornate tapestries, each depicting scenes of battle, conquest, and magic. The room had a somber atmosphere, heavy with the weight of history and power.
Lyerin's gaze swept across the room, taking in every detail. It was set up like a courtroom, with rows of seats arranged in a semicircle around him.
Each seat was occupied by a figure, their faces shrouded in shadow. But Lyerin could see their eyes, each pair glowing with a mixture of curiosity, disdain, and judgment.
He recognized many of them instantly—figures from his past life, individuals who had caused him great pain and suffering.