Chapter 15 ~ Visions Or Nightmares?

• The spirit world stretched endlessly around Lucas, a realm caught between the fading light of life and the growing darkness of death. It was a place where time lost meaning, and whispers of long-forgotten magic danced on the cold, silver mist that curled and swirled at his feet. Here, in this liminal space, Lucas lay resting, his mind adrift in the gentle ebb of ancient power that pulsed like a distant heartbeat beneath the silence.
• For a while, all was still. His breathing evened, his heartbeat slowed, and a fragile peace settled over him, like a faint glow in the darkness. The sharp edges of fear and doubt dulled, replaced by the quiet comfort of this otherworldly sanctuary. But peace was a fragile thing, especially in the spirit world, where memories and visions could twist suddenly, like smoke caught in a storm.
• Without warning, the calm shattered. The mist around him thickened, twisting into dense shadows, swirling faster and darker until the quiet void transformed into a vast, shadowed chamber. The stone walls loomed high, carved with intricate runes that pulsed with a faint, ghostly light—Symbols of ancient magic long lost to time, Flickering torches cast wavering flames, painting the cold, grim space in shades of orange and black.