Chapter 627 - The Adventurer (37)

The very fabric of the world seemed to be in flux, as if the corruption had weakened the boundaries between reality and the demonic realms. Strange phenomena became commonplace—rifts in the sky where the stars bled red, patches of ground where gravity seemed to fail, and areas where time itself seemed to warp and distort. These anomalies made travel dangerous and unpredictable, as entire regions would shift or disappear overnight, swallowed by the chaos that gripped the world. The once-stable geography of the land became a treacherous maze, with familiar landmarks twisted beyond recognition or erased from existence entirely.