Realm: The Origin Layer
The air felt too quiet—too still. Not the silence of peace, but the hush of something waiting.
Sher woke on a stone surface that shimmered faintly, as if the stars themselves had fallen into it. Above him, there was no sky—only a vast expanse of slow-moving shadows.
He rose, muscles aching like he'd fought something in another world.
A voice echoed.
"You've crossed the threshold. You cannot return."
Sher spun around.
No one.
Just fog, moving like it was thinking.
Then, a figure. Cloaked. Unmoving. Watching.
Sher didn't speak, but the voice continued.
"You are not lost. You've only begun."
The figure turned and vanished between the folds of shifting space, leaving behind no footprints—only a pulse. A feeling in Sher's chest that said, You were expected.