In the blink of an eye, he found himself in a completely independent space.
Up, down, left, and right were all void, with invisible space walls restricting his range of movement.
Directly ahead, three mystical towers stood tall, making Ronan, standing below them, seem insignificant as a speck of dust.
One tower seemed to be forged from ancient whale bones and coral, its entire body flowing with deep blue water, the spire pointed downward, water flowing backward as if connecting to a boundless ocean.
Another tower was filled with magma, burning with eternal flames, its spire seemingly hanging with several blazing suns, their brilliance impossible to look at directly.
The last tower had no physical form, black, and seemed to twist and sway continuously, reminiscent of the moon's reflection on a calm night lake, full of mystery and tranquility.
"The brilliance of the Three Towers..."
"Has the trial begun?"
