The journey through the temporal rifts after the destruction of the Sanctuary of Solaris had been nothing but a blur of silver particles and absolute silence. Suddenly, the sensation of weight returned abruptly, and Konstantine felt the contact of an immaterial ground, as cold and smooth as polished obsidian. He opened his heterochromatic eyes, one black as the abyss and the other golden like a dying sun, to discover that he had returned to the starting point.
The place was unchanged: a dark, empty domain whose vastness defied any human measure. Only a fire crackled in the middle of this void, casting gray flames that produced no smoke, dimly illuminating the immediate area. Konstantine straightened up with difficulty, his long hair sweeping over his shoulders marked by the scars of his divine battle against Leo. His body, though freed from direct possession, still bore the stigmata of the power he had been forced to channel.
