The landscape of that island in the secret world had turned desolate and gloomy within a few hours as if life itself had been sucked from the soil and the creatures that once inhabited it.
A deadly silence hung in the air, interrupted only by the whisper of the wind through the leafless trees. All vegetation had been consumed, leaving behind only withered trunks and plant skeletons as memories of a once vibrant past.
The once vibrant and lush coloration had given way to shades of gray and brown, as if hope had completely dissipated. The once fertile land was now barren and cracked, unable to sustain any form of life. The heavy, sorrow-laden air of the world had been drained of its vitality by an implacable force.
