This place was a desolate valley—utterly lifeless and soaked in decay.
All around him, the air was thick with Death-Aligned Power and dark energy, swirling like a toxic fog. These forces gnawed at Ethan's body, trying to corrode him from the inside out. If he hadn't already absorbed similar energies back in the Citadel of Shadows dungeon, he'd probably be melting into the dirt by now.
He glanced around.
Everyone was gone.
Separated.
It looked like the portal had scattered them randomly across the map.
And then—something changed.
Suddenly, a string of system notifications rang out in his ears.
Ding!
"Warning: Player Valkarion, you have entered the Realm of the Dead. All non-undead entities will be afflicted by the Curse of Death Magic."
Ding!
"Warning: Player Valkarion, you have entered the Realm of the Dead. All non-undead entities will be afflicted by the Curse of Death Magic."
Ding! Ding! Ding!
And then came the worst part—a flood of death notifications.
