Chapter 135 The Realm Of Echoes

• Stepping through the golden doorway, the group found themselves in a new space unlike anything they had seen before. The Realm of Echoes was vast and disorienting, a shimmering expanse where the ground appeared to be made of glass, reflecting a sky filled with swirling colors. In the distance, ghostly shapes moved, their forms indistinct but unnervingly human.
• “This place is... wrong,” Mora said, his voice barely above a whisper.
• “It’s a memory,” Eryndor explained, its tone somber. “A reflection of lives and choices. Be careful what you touch here—it might touch you back.”