The sun hung low on the horizon as the Guardians descended into the Ebon Wastes, a desolate expanse where the land seemed to writhe and pulse with malevolent intent. Dark, jagged formations jutted out of the earth like the ribs of some ancient beast, their surfaces slick with a strange, oily sheen. The air was thick and cloying, carrying with it a faint metallic tang that stung their throats.
"Lovely place," Morgana muttered, her sarcasm barely masking the unease in her voice.
"It's worse than I imagined," Seraphina said, her staff glowing faintly as she scanned the landscape. "The Void's corruption is stronger here. It's not just influencing the creatures—it's the land itself."
Aiden tightened his grip on his sword. "Then we tread carefully. Stay close and watch for movement."
