There was a land of waste where no life could grow. The ground was cracked and dry and painted red but the sun didn't shine in the sky.
No matter which direction one gazed in, they would only see this exact same bland scenery continuing endlessly.
This was the land Damien saw around him at this moment.
'Wasn't I supposed to be in the Primordial Undying Realm?'
For a secret realm that was managed by the so-called "Primordial Spirit of Immortality", it seemed a little too…mortal.
The land was, by all intents and purposes, dead. There were no signs of vitality coming from it at all.
'Is this one of those trials?'
He had heard plenty of times that there'd be trials in the secret realm to judge the worthiness of those entering, but he never really visualized what that'd be like.
