The surrounding environment whirred like a gathering storm, loud and chaotic, as Venedix, along with Hector and Ophelia, emerged from the glowing portal.
The sight of the tower vanished behind them in an instant, replaced by a completely different landscape—one that felt twisted and distant, like a space between worlds.
The air was colder here, thicker.
The sky above swirled unnaturally, and the ground beneath their feet hummed with power that didn't feel right.
Venedix narrowed her eyes, her gaze shifting slowly from left to right as she carefully observed their new surroundings.
"Mhm," she hummed under her breath, her voice soft but knowing—like she had already sensed what kind of place this was.
She took a step forward without hesitation, her coat fluttering behind her. Ophelia and Hector followed closely behind, their boots crunching against the brittle ground.
Suddenly, the wind shifted.
