With a thought, Arthur transported both of them out of the ring's inner world. They materialized in one of the private chambers within Arthur's mansion.
Freya looked around with wide eyes. Everything was new to her. The architecture. The decorations. Even the quality of light coming through the windows felt different from what she remembered.
"This is the Hartfield Empire," Arthur explained. "The Southern Continent. You've been gone for a long time, so many things have changed."
"I can tell," Freya whispered. She took a tentative step forward, her hand reaching out to touch a wall as if confirming it was real.
Arthur watched her with patience. He understood the disorientation she must be feeling. Awakening after thousands of years in stasis would be overwhelming for anyone.
"First things first," Arthur said. "You'll need a proper identity. A background story that explains your presence here."
Freya turned to face him. "What kind of identity?"
