As they approached their destination, the air grew thick with a swirling, dark miasma that blanketed the hilly forest below.
The ruin had already emerged, fully formed and radiating a menacing presence.
What was once a lush landscape was now shrouded in a murky haze that pulsed with dark energy.
They landed at the base of the hill, their feet sinking slightly into the miasma-covered ground.
The entire hillside and the surrounding forest were enveloped in the thick fog, casting an eerie silence over the group.
Reynold stepped out of the silver cube and moved to stand beside his father, his sharp eyes scanning the strange scene in front of them.
His brow furrowed as he watched the swirling miasma, which seemed to be alive.
"This ruin is different," he muttered, uncertainty creeping into his voice.
The Barbarian King, however, was less patient.
