The divine light fell like a silent avalanche. It did not burn, it did not strike.
It claimed.
The square, the spire, the crowd, and everything disappeared inside it.
For a moment, the world became white.
Eron felt the ground vanish beneath his feet. Then he was standing alone.
No Kael.
No Church knights.
No priests.
No sky only endless light.
His breathing echoed loudly in the emptiness.
“Kael?” he called, nobody answered but a voice responded instead.
“You stand at the threshold of destiny.” It was calm, ancient, and unquestionably powerful.
Eron swallowed. “Where am I?”
“The place where heroes are chosen.”
The First Illusion, the light shifted and a battlefield appeared.
Not an illusion like before, this one had weight, smell, and sound. Like smoke, blood, and steel.
Ero
