Deep within the Silver Moon Highlands' Half-Plane.
This place was no longer the verdant plain Ian had first stepped upon, but a domain of manifest Rules.
There was no sky, no earth, no boundary between light and dark.
A ball of light floated silently, and within it, nine different Rules intertwined into a dazzling display of color.
This was Aisala's Immortal Soul, forged upon her ascension to the Bright Sun Realm!
Space warped slightly as Aisala's figure coalesced, her appearance as graceful and mature as ever.
"You've come." Aisala's voice rang directly in Ian's consciousness.
Ian bowed slightly. "Congratulations, my lady, on your ascension to the Bright Sun Realm."
Aisala's aura was deeper and more stable than when she had just ascended, having completely merged with the Rules of this domain.
"There is no need for such formalities between us. Sit."
She lifted her hand slightly, and two chairs woven from emerald vines sprouted from the empty air.
