A mere moment after initiating his [Spirit Walk], Emery was transported to a world bathed in the fiery hues of red and orange. Vast landscapes spread out before him; molten lava rivers flowed lazily through rocky terrains, and fiery plumes erupted sporadically from the ground. This blazing world was the dwelling place of the dark elves, born directly from their souls' deepest memories and emotions.
Emerging from the vivid landscape, Emery found himself atop a jagged cliff. The vista offered a panoramic view of the volcanic world below. High above, the ash-choked sky swirled ominously, while just ahead, a dense fog approached, enveloping everything in its path.
From the heart of this mist, a dark silhouette gradually took shape. As it neared, the form became clearer until, eventually, a dark elf with ashen skin, piercing crimson eyes, and a look of utter bewilderment emerged. He glared at Emery, his eyes filled with fury and confusion.
