She stared at the shimmering pool before her, a faint reflection of herself curiously staring back as she took in the glittering stars in a void of darkness. It was unsettling to see the night sky before her instead of above, especially in a cavern on the edge of the world. She had heard stories from fellow Knights and old Mages that their Kingdom bordered oblivion, that the ancients of past had wielded the power of the universe and torn the fabric of existence around them. She had passed them off as fables of feeble minds. Now though, she felt herself ignorant of all she had known. She drew in a deep steady breath, her toned frame flexing under her dark leather cuirass. The palm of her tanned left hand rested on the golden pommel of her short sword, while her right finally brought the unusual amulet she had been carrying, up between her and the barrier. She stared at the glowing orbs that levitated with a white aura mere inches above her open...