The air cracked like shattered glass.
In the middle of a silent, endless forest beneath a blood-red sky, space itself twisted. A tear opened, swirling with black fog and faint silver lightning. From it, two figures emerged—Aamir and Klain—stepping into a world that was nothing like Earth.
Aamir's boots sank slightly into the soft, dark soil. He looked up, his crimson eyes narrowing.
"What… is this place?" he muttered.
Klain only smirked, his long coat fluttering in the strange wind. "Welcome, Aamir… to Sanguira—the planet of vampires."
Aamir scanned the horizon. The sky was crimson, as if stained with blood, and at its center burned a single, massive sun. Yet, despite its size, it gave no warmth, only a dull, oppressive glow that painted the entire world in shades of red and black.
