Erik, Naeku, and Eira reappeared in another flash. The former two immediately swivelled their heads around to get their bearings. Wherever they were, it was dark. They couldn't see any walls, as if they were standing in the middle of a void.
The only thing illuminated was a narrow walkway stretching out in front of them with, what looked like, several checkpoints along the way in the form of chest-height lecterns with sigils carved in the tops. At the end of this walkway stood a large throne.
Erik carefully reached out his hand, but as soon as he tried to go beyond the first lectern, a barrier of light stopped him. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he pulled back his hand and balled his fist. In the same movement, he changed to werewolf form, formed a thundersnow blast on his fist, and howled as he smashed it against the barrier.
