With a surge of mana, Elara cast voidwalk, her body shimmering and fading as she stepped forward. For a brief moment, the world around her seemed to dissolve into a swirling vortex of darkness, and then she emerged on the other side of the wall, finding herself in a dimly lit hallway. Her senses were on high alert, eyes darting around the corridor, searching for any signs of danger. But the hallway was silent and still, with no sign of any immediate threats.

As her gaze traveled upward, she noticed new sigils that adorned the ceiling, their soft glow providing the only illumination in the otherwise dark passage. Thanks to her Novice Glyph Insight skill, which had previously reached level 8, she could perceive the purpose of these symbols with greater clarity.

The sigils were not merely decorative, but served a practical function, shedding light on the hallway and guiding the way forward, almost acting like a map. Her increased insight allowed her to recognize the intricate patterns and designs, noting some of their similarity to the Divine Glyph she had encountered in the room before.

As she studied the sigils more closely, she realized they were arranged in a specific sequence, each one building upon the last to create a cohesive whole. The soft blue light that emanated from them seemed to pulse in a steady rhythm, almost as if it were alive. She paused in the hallway, taking a moment to gather her thoughts and replenish her energy. She sat cross-legged on the cool stone floor, closing her eyes and focusing inward. As she meditated, she could feel her mana and stamina slowly regenerating, the fatigue from her earlier efforts melting away.

After a few minutes of quiet contemplation, she rose to her feet and took cautious steps forward, her footsteps echoing softly in the empty hallway. The sigils above her head continued to glow, their light guiding her path. She walked deeper into the hallway, her gaze drawn upward to the intricate sigils that adorned the ceiling.

As she studied the glyphs, she found herself mesmerized by their beauty and complexity. She had to force herself to tear her eyes away, reminding herself to focus on the path ahead. The hallway stretched out before her, the polished stone floor reflecting the soft blue light of the sigils above. The hallway seemed to go on forever, with no end in sight. Just as she was beginning to wonder if she would ever find anything else, the corridor branched off in two directions.

Curious, she walked a few meters down each path, pausing to listen and observe her surroundings. The left corridor carried the same stale, musty odor as the room she’d left. The right corridor, in contrast, held a faint promise of fresher air, like a distant breeze carrying a hint of something else.

After a short moment's consideration, she took the right path. As she continued down the right corridor, her eyes were drawn to a door that stood ajar on the right wall. The door itself was made of stone, its surface adorned with glyphs that, unlike the ones on the ceiling, did not emit any light. Intrigued, she paused to examine the symbols more closely.

Her Novice Glyph Insight skill allowed her to discern some meaning from the intricate patterns, but their full significance remained elusive. The glyphs differed from the ones she had encountered thus far, their shapes and arrangements distinct and unfamiliar.

She gently pushed the door open further and peered inside. The room beyond was empty, devoid of any furniture or windows. A thin layer of dust coated the floor, undisturbed by footprints or any other signs of recent activity.

Her brow furrowed as she noticed the stark contrast between the dusty room and the pristine hallway she had just walked through. The corridor had been spotless, without a single speck of dust or dirt, yet this room appeared to have been untouched for a considerable amount of time.

As she stepped across the threshold, her mind raced with possibilities. Could the glyphs on the hallway ceiling be the reason there is no accumulation of dust in the hallway?

Elara moved further into the room, her footsteps leaving imprints in the fine layer of dust. She ran her fingers along the walls, searching for any additional clues or hidden mechanisms, but found nothing. The room was entirely bare, offering no answers to the questions that swirled in her mind.

She glanced back at the door, studying the unlit glyphs once more. But learned nothing, not even her skill leveled up. She stepped back, leaving the dusty, empty room behind. She continued her journey, her footsteps echoing softly against the polished stone floor. The corridor stretched on, the glyphs above her head pulsing with a steady, comforting light.

After a few minutes of walking, the hallway opened up into a large, spherical room. She paused at the threshold, her eyes widening as she took in the expansive space before her. The room was dark, the soft glow of the hallway's glyphs fading away as she stepped inside.

She craned her neck, trying to catch a glimpse of the ceiling high above, but the darkness obscured her view. She couldn't tell if the glyphs that had guided her through the hallway were present here, their comforting presence seemingly absent in this vast, open space.

As her eyes adjusted to the dimness, she noticed four doors on the opposite side of the room, their outlines barely visible in the shadows. She took a few cautious steps forward, her gaze sweeping the area for any signs of movement or potential threats.

A flicker of light caught her attention, and she turned to the right, squinting to make out the source. There, on the far wall, a section had collapsed, allowing a sliver of white light to pass through the opening. The light was faint, but it stood out in stark contrast to the surrounding darkness.

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She hurried over to the collapsed wall, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. As she approached the opening, she could feel a faint breeze caressing her skin, carrying with it the promise of something beyond the confines of this dark room.

For a brief moment, she considered using her Voidwalk ability to pass through the wall and explore what lay on the other side. However, she quickly dismissed the idea, realizing that without knowing what awaited her, it would be foolish to rush in blindly if she was not forced to.

Instead, she focused her attention on the small gap where the light filtered through, illuminating the surrounding darkness. She crouched down, trying to peer through the opening, but found that it was too narrow to provide a clear view of what lay beyond.

Determined to get a better look, she began moving the rubble and debris that surrounded the gap. She worked methodically, her hands grasping each piece of stone and metal, gently shifting it aside, taking care not to cause any further collapse.

As she worked, she could feel the breeze growing stronger, the light becoming brighter with each piece of rubble she removed. Her heart raced with anticipation, wondering what secrets lay just beyond her reach.

Her fingers scraped against the rough edges of the stones as she continued to widen the gap, her eyes squinting against the increasing brightness. The breeze that flowed through the opening carried with it a hint of freshness, a stark contrast to the stale air that had surrounded her for so long.

As she removed the final piece of rubble, the gap widened, allowing her to see clearly through the opening. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight before her, a vast expanse of white and blue stretching out as far as the eye could see.

Elara blinked, her mind struggling to comprehend the impossible view. She was looking down at a sea of clouds, their fluffy white forms drifting lazily across the azure sky. The sun's rays danced across the cloud tops, casting a golden glow that seemed to shimmer and shift with each passing moment.

Her heart raced as she tried to make sense of her situation. Not only had she been randomly transported to an unknown location and discovered an RPG system in her head, but now she found herself in a building that was somehow suspended above the clouds, or at least high enough to reach above the clouds.

She reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing against the edge of the opening. The breeze that flowed through the gap was cool and crisp, carrying with it the scent of fresh air and freedom. Her mind reeled with questions. How was this possible? What kind of building could exist so high above? Was it a building build on a mountaintop? And what did it mean for her, trapped within its walls? She leaned closer to the opening, her eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of land or other structures. But there was nothing, just an endless expanse of clouds and sky.

Her legs trembled as she stepped back from the gap, her mind spinning with the implications of her discovery. She was in a world unlike anything she had ever known, a place where the rules of reality seemed to bend and twist in ways she couldn't understand.

With a last glance at the impossible view beyond the opening, she turned back towards the dark room, deciding that it would be best to find another way. Preferably a way that goes down. She made her way back across the dark, spherical room.

She stood once more before the doors, studying them intently. Each one was identical in size and shape, but as she gaze traveled upward, she noticed something peculiar. Above each door, words were etched into the stone, their characters unlike anything she had ever seen before.

Her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of the unfamiliar script. The symbols were intricate and flowing, their lines and curves intertwining in a mesmerizing dance. She committed the strange words to memory, hoping they might come in use for navigating these halls.

After a moment's consideration, she tried the rightmost door. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the cool, smooth surface of the stone. With a deep breath, she began to push open the door, unsure of what she might find on the other side.

The door swung inward, revealing a narrow passageway that stretched out before her. The walls were smooth and featureless, devoid of any decorations or markings, the same as before. The only source of light now returning came from the glyphs that shone above her, casting a soft blue glow.

Her footsteps echoed softly as she made her way down the passageway, her eyes fixed on the glyphs that guided her way. The symbols were the same as the ones she had encountered before, their intricate patterns and designs now familiar to her.

After a few minutes of walking, she came to an archway that led to a set of stairs curving downwards. She paused at the threshold, peering down into the dimly lit stairwell. The steps were made of the same smooth stone as the rest of the structure, but they were much higher and wider than any stairs Elara had encountered before.

Elara's brow furrowed as she studied the unusual dimensions of the steps. It was as if they were meant for someone much larger than herself, perhaps a being of great size and stature. That would also explain the high ceiling. But not the human-sized doorways.

Despite the strangeness of the stairs, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. She had chosen the right path, one that led downwards and away from the impossible view of the clouds and sky that she had glimpsed through the opening in the wall. With a deep breath, she began to descend the stairs, her hand trailing along the smooth stone wall for support. Relieved that the blue light from the glyphs is still above, casting an eerie glow on the steps.

As she reached the bottom of the staircase, her legs ached from the descent. A bit annoyed not to have gained a stat point in vitality for her efforts. The archway before her led to yet another hallway, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. Why did everything have to be so spread out? It seemed like an inefficient design choice, but she pressed on, determined to unravel and find something to eat and a place to rest. This journey is starting to take a toll on her.

The hallway stretched out before her, the glyphs above casting their familiar blue glow. She made her way down the corridor, her eyes scanning the walls for any signs of change or irregularity. After a few minutes of walking, She came across four doors, two on each side of the hallway. As she approached, she noticed that three of the doors had glyphs shining brightly in their centers, while the fourth door's glyph remained unlit.

Curious, she reached out and tried to open one of the doors with a glowing glyph. She pushed, but the door refused to budge, remaining firmly locked in place. Undeterred, she moved to the next door with a glowing glyph, but found it equally immovable.

Frustration mounting, she turned her attention to the door with the unlit glyph. She placed her hands on the sturdy stone door, fingers fanned across the rough surface, and gave it a firm push. To her dismay, the door did not want to open easily, resisting her efforts. Undeterred, she applied more force, leaning her weight into the door. Slowly, the door began to move, revealing a soft, purple light that streamed through the widening gap. Her eyes widened in curiosity as she peered into the opening.