The winds howled louder as they pressed onward, cutting through the frigid air with each step. Cruzer and Elara trudged through the snow, their breaths visible in the biting cold, fogging up for just a moment before vanishing into the icy void.
The towering spires of ice ahead loomed like ancient sentinels, dark monoliths etched with strange, intricate patterns, humming faintly with void energy.
Each step closer brought them deeper into a realm that felt detached from reality, where the very essence of the place seemed to resonate with a power older than time itself.
The spires pulsed rhythmically, like the slow, steady heartbeat of a long-forgotten giant.
Cruzer could feel the pull of the void energy as it tugged at his core, beckoning him toward the center—the heart of the second level of the Domain.
His every instinct screamed caution, yet the strange allure of the place drove him forward, each pulse syncing with the rhythm of his own heart.
