The Voidwalker Ancestor started walking toward the dimensional corridor.
"Come."
The two siblings followed. As they stepped into the corridor, the world around them stretched out. Max felt like he was walking through several spaces at once. One step crossed a dark bridge under a starry sky. Another step passed through a silent hall filled with floating weapons.
Another step moved across a battlefield where countless Voidwalker warriors had once stood with silver rings glowing behind them. None of these were real places. They were memory fragments built into the inheritance path, letting descendants feel the weight of the clan before receiving its legacy.
The deeper they went, the stronger the bloodline resonance grew.
