The meadow, usually vibrant with life, felt strangely muted as Olivia and Aldric materialized near the outskirts of Hellothan.
The air hung heavy with an oppressive stillness, and the once-lively colors of the flowers seemed to dim in the crimson glow of the sky.
Instead of the usual ethereal beauty, the atmosphere exuded an eerie sense of foreboding.
Olivia, who was usually filled with exuberance, now wore a somber expression. Her steps, once light and graceful, were weighed down by a burden only she seemed to carry.
As they stood there, the pulsating red sky loomed above them like a thick blanket, casting a shadow on Olivia's already gloomy demeanor.
Without the usual flourish, Olivia spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, "Welcome to Hellothan, Your majesty."
Aldric, still shaken by the abrupt transition and now sensing Olivia's unease, cautiously took in the surroundings.
So this was The famous Hellothan?
