The young man was crouching down on four legs. His palms were feeling the pricking of the unusual grass that he had landed on.
(Black?) thought Lyon with slightly raised eyebrows. He had never seen the black grasses in his entire journey so far but the moment he decided to stand up, his eyes opened wide.
"What the..." muttered the young man as he walked forward astonished by the landscape in his view.
The sky was ominously full with thunderous merlot red clouds. No illuminating mother of the sky was present nor her brethren of children. Even the air was denser than usual, but there was one thing that absolutely tore the hope of cultivators.
"This place is empty," muttered Kesya. "No mana, no anti-mana, nothing. Only rubbles."
By the time she uttered those words, the rest of the explorers came from the portal behind them. The three geniuses immediately furrowed their eyebrows the moment they stepped inside the place.
