Egrith stood before the Door, alone in the vast desert.
This door wasn't attached to anything—just a doorframe standing at the top of a dune, with nothing but sand stretching endlessly beyond it. To an ordinary person, it would seem like a meaningless detail, nothing more.
But to Egrith, who could now see the fabric of space with his eyes, the truth was clear.
His Axiom made everything bare to his senses.
This door was the door into the Guardian Rooms. Space itself twisted around it, bending as if two distant points had been forcefully stitched together.
A dark aura seeped from its edges, pulsing like a living thing.
The closer Egrith got, the heavier the air became, pressing against his chest like unseen hands. His stomach clenched. Every instinct screamed at him to turn back.
Yet, he stepped forward.
He needed answers and hel—and the Guardians might have both.
The moment he passed through, the world shattered.
