While Alex was sleeping peacefully, something was happening within him.
Deep inside his existence, beyond the boundaries of his physical body and the world he inhabited, lay several inner worlds. Each was connected to a particular being, an existence that had become part of him through his Gifts.
Among them was a world of silver.
It was a world unlike any other.
There was no mana flowing through its atmosphere, no natural energy circulating beneath its earth, and no traces of the magical laws that governed the outside world. It was an isolated domain, a world that belonged exclusively to one existence.
Silveria.
The Nemesis of Magic.
Within that world stood an ancient silver castle, its enormous structure rising above a vast expanse of pale land. Its towers extended toward the heavens, while elaborate silver ornaments decorated its walls and countless windows reflected the soft radiance that illuminated the surroundings.
It was a magnificent place, yet strangely silent.
