The silence of the Forsaken Cult's secret realm hung heavy in the air, an eerie stillness that permeated the very ground beneath their feet.
Anthony, Daelen, and Mira stood as one, their senses attuned to the alien atmosphere surrounding them.
The world before them seemed to stretch endlessly, a barren wasteland of jagged rocks and scorched earth beneath a sky that was as crimson as the blood of the fallen.
There was no sun, only an ominous glow from the distant horizon that bathed the landscape in a sickly hue.
"Stay sharp"
Anthony muttered, his voice steady but laden with a sharpness that betrayed his anticipation.
His eyes gleamed with a predatory focus, the air around him humming with restrained power.
His hand instinctively brushed the hilt of his katana, the familiar weight of the blade comforting yet igniting his eagerness for the conflict ahead.
"This place reeks of danger. We don't know what we'll encounter here"
