Liliana walked down the hall with her usual grace, her small feet making no sound on the polished marble floors of the royal palace. No one would have guessed what resided beneath the surface of those curious eyes. After her quiet time with her mother earlier that day, she had excused herself, claiming she wanted to rest.
But the moment she returned to her chambers, her demeanor shifted. The moment her door clicked shut, a hum of power rose from the corners of the room. Symbols appeared, etched in violet and black light. A ripple of energy tore through the air as a glowing portal formed in the space before her. Without fear or hesitation, she stepped through it.
The room shimmered and melted away, giving birth to another realm, a domain forged from obsidian flame, ever-blooming nightshade flowers, and floating chains of ancient demonic script. It was her true home, her forgotten temple, now awakened from slumber.
