The world that materialized around Liam was harsh and unforgiving. The frozen landscape was barren, with ice spikes jutting out from the ground like daggers aiming for the sky. Visibility was low, with howling winds throwing up swirls of snow, creating a near-whiteout condition.
Liam tightened his cloak around him, his breath visible in the frigid air. Despite the cold biting into his skin, his gaze was steady. As he scanned the horizon, his eyes adjusted to the harsh environment, picking out subtle movements and shadows in the distance.
[System Notification: You have entered the domain of the Voidlings. Exercise caution.]
A shiver ran down Liam's spine, but not from the cold. It was very rarely that the system itself issued a notification.
He knew the Voidlings were notorious for their unpredictability and viciousness. They were creatures born from the void with the sole purpose of devouring everything alive as a sacrifice to the great void.
