King Gulben walked quickly through the corridor of his palace, his long strides echoing off the marble floors. His expression remained composed but there was a fire of determination in his eyes. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on his shoulder as a leader yet he moved with purpose, knowing the lives of his people and the fate of his world depended on his next actions.
He arrived at the throne chamber and stopped before an unassuming section of the wall. Without hesitation, he drew a small blade from his side and made a precise cut on his palm.
Blood welled up and he pressed his hand against the stone surface. The wall responded instantly. A faint blue light tracing ancient Magical rune that had been hidden for centuries.
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The wall shifted and parted, revealing a hidden compartment. Inside lay a black book bound in worn, ancient leather. Its surface was engraved with silver symbols, pulsing faintly as if sensing the presence of the King's blood.
This was the Codex of Blood, a forbidden tome passed down through generations of Elven rulers. Only the King was allowed to access it, for the knowledge within held both great power and unimaginable danger.
King Gulben took a deep breath, his fingers hovering over the book's surface before he carefully lifted it from its resting place. The weight of the tome was familiar yet carried a heaviness that was not physical.
It contained spells and incantations that could bend the very fabric of reality and he knew he'd need every ounce of its power to create a vessel strong enough to contain the chaotic energy spilling from the battle.
As the wall sealed shut behind him, he held the book close, feeling the pulsating energy within.
"I have to do this for the world and for my people," he whispered to himself, and with one last look of resolve, he stood in lock the door to the chamber where he would begin the dangerous ritual.
King Gulben watched as the rift materialized before him. It was a swirling vortex of light and shadow. With a steadying breath, he extended his hand, allowing his spirit to separate from his physical form. His body remained motionless in the throne chamber while his spirit crossed the threshold and stepping into the realm beyond.
The moment his spirit entered, he was greeted by the sight of a vast and ethereal forest that bathed in a soft purple hue. The trees loomed high with leaves that shimmered like distant stars.
It was a place of strange beauty with an atmosphere both familiar and alien, a reminder that he was indeed in another world. The forest was not thick, giving him enough visibility to navigate the terrain and feel the open expanse around him.
King Gulben moved forward and made his way through the surreal landscape. He felt the ground beneath his feet, cool and soft like the moss-covered earth of his homeland.
After a few meters, he came upon a cave that he recognized immediately. His heart quickened slightly. But there was no fear in his eyes, only calm. He had conquered this section of the dimension long ago, and the creatures within it recognized his dominion. None would dare challenge his presence here.
With a deep breath, he entered the cave. Its walls glowed faintly, casting long shadows that danced as he walked further inside. The air was heavy with an ancient power that resonated with his own Magic. He paused in the center of the cave, feeling the pulse of the dimension around him, and then began to focus.
He close his eyes and reached out with his spirit, connecting back to his physical body still standing in the throne room. He felt the link solidify like a thread of Magic binding the two realms.
Energy surged through him as he prepared to open the channel, bridging his world and the dimension's pocket space. The chaotic Magic would soon flow and he would guide it here, into the place he had once tamed.
"Let the flow begin," he whispered, the words rippling through both dimensions as he initiated the process.
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