The blood-red sky stretched out over the earth as far as the eyes could see, while the shadowy branches of twisted, blackened trees clawed at the heavens from below.
A dense mist floated over a dreary landscape. Everywhere the eye looked, one would only find ruins—the remains of ancient structures covered with creeping black vines and twisted, unnatural plants.
There was an ominous silence, a deadly stillness, that hung in the air like a palpable aura, filling it with an unmistakable sense of foreboding.
Meanwhile, the metallic scent of blood, mixed with the odor of death, made the land an uninhabitable place filled with decay.
Nothing in this place lived anymore. All that remained was a bleak reminder of what was, what had once been, and what could never be again.
