The world that awaited them was drowned in ruin just like what they had thought.
The portal burst open with a violent ripple of light, its edges flickering like torn metal before collapsing behind them.
The air immediately pressed against their skin. It felt dense, searing, and alive with uncontrolled Magic that most likely was residual of ancient battle.
Crimson lightning crawled across the dark clouds above and the entire sky shifted between red and black like a wounded heart still struggling to beat.
Erend took a slow breath. The air burned even in his Dragonborn lungs, thick with the stench of sulfur and ash. The ground beneath him was cracked and scorched and faint glowing as if fire still pulsed beneath the surface.
The wind carried the sound of distant thunder or explosion, but it wasn't just that. Those echoes carried whispers of distorted voices that came and vanished like fading screams.
