The sky above them was a bruised violet, like twilight frozen in time. Low clouds drifted slowly, crackling with faint arcs of lightning.
The ground was solid obsidian rock, cracked and scorched in places, as if it had once suffered a massive battle or explosion.
Jagged mountains rose in the distance, their peaks twisting unnaturally as if warped by some ancient power.
All around them, ruined temples and half-buried statues of long-forgotten deities littered the land.
Massive stone slabs, torn banners, shattered weapons—this was clearly a battlefield from some distant era, not just a relic site.
A faint red mist clung to the air. It wasn't thick enough to block vision, but it left a metallic taste on the tongue.
Although they had been teleported to such a strange place, it wasn't exactly unique.
There were many sub-worlds like this, created and hidden by peerless experts.
