The Realm Lord and his companions stood at the heart of the cursed land, surrounded by the swirling rivers of sorrow, their deep weeping echoing through the strange atmosphere. They had traversed through the land's bizarre extremes—the angry sea, the chaotic well, the laughing waterfall, and the tranquil lake—and now, at the center of it all, they could feel the curse's pulse like a distant heartbeat, reverberating through the ground beneath their feet.
Each element in this strange place seemed to represent a different facet of emotion: anger, laughter, sorrow, calmness, and chaos, all interwoven into an unnerving tapestry of feelings. But the deeper they delved, the more they realized that these emotions weren't natural—they were manipulated, amplified beyond reason.
"This isn't just a place where emotions run wild," Selene murmured, her eyes focused on the rippling rivers. "Someone designed this. Someone twisted these feelings to trap anyone who wandered in."
