The ruins stretched far and wide, a broken world filled with notvhing but destruction. Once-great buildings now lay in pieces, with walls cracked and crumbling.
Tall pillars that once reached for the sky now stood shattered, like broken bones sticking out of the ground. Rocks and debris were scattered everywhere, as if the very earth had tried to shake them off.
The air was thick and heavy, filled with the smell of dust, ash, and something ancient. Everything was silent, except for the distant sound of stones falling, reminding anyone who might be there that even these ruins were slowly fading away.
But the most terrifying thing was the sky.
It was red—deep, dark red—as if the sky itself was bleeding. The color spread across the horizon, making the world below glow with a strange, eerie light.
