In a desolate, lifeless expanse, the land stretched out in shades of dull grey, a cracked and unforgiving surface, barren and devoid of any signs of life. Leafless trees with twisted, skeletal branches stood like gnarled fingers clawing at the sky, their bark bleached and ashen from years of decay.
At the heart of this desolation lay a sinister pond, its surface bubbling with thick, seething liquid. The liquid was a viscous, blood-red substance, like molten lava mixed with coagulated blood.
The heat radiating from the pond was so intense that the air above it shimmered and distorted, sending wisps of the red vapor into the air, leaving behind a faint, acrid stench.
At that moment, a group of people appeared, surrounding the entire pond. Leading them was a red-haired lady who seemed to be around twenty years old. Her expression was solemn as she observed the pond.
