The moment Michael stepped through the portal, the atmosphere around him changed completely.
The air became cool and still. His feet landed softly upon damp grass.
Before him stretched a vast lake whose waters reflected the strange heavens overhead.
Unlike Aurora's blue skies, the Mausoleum sky was currently dark, painted with flowing streams of emerald and violet light that drifted across the heavens.
Occasionally, streaks of pale blue shimmered among them before fading into the darkness once more.
The colorful lights danced silently across the lake's surface, making the water appear almost otherworldly.
Michael stood quietly by the shore, letting the wind brush past him, calming his nerves.
A few seconds later, he slowly looked across the lake.
On the opposite bank, a lone structure stood beneath the strange sky. It resembled a modest manor one might find in a medieval era.
