As West Two ventured closer to the Celestial Vault, the surroundings transformed into a haunting landscape, marred by the corrupting touch of the darkness that seeped from within. The once vibrant flora withered and twisted, their once vibrant colors replaced by sickly shades of gray and black. The air grew heavy and suffocating, carrying an acrid scent that permeated the atmosphere.
The very ground beneath West Two's feet seemed to writhe with unnatural energy, cracks snaking through the earth like veins of malevolence. The rocks and soil appeared desiccated, drained of life as if the very essence of vitality had been drained by the encroaching darkness.
Above, the once-clear sky darkened, the stars obscured by an inky veil that stretched and undulated, casting an unsettling gloom over the land. Wisps of shadowy mist slithered through the air, whispering eerie incantations that sent a chill down the spine.
