He looked to the right and saw the sky and land drowned in darkness, like an eerie night had settled over them.
Even the clouds drifting overhead looked heavy and threatening, carrying storm rain that could break at any moment, their uncertain timing creating an air of instability.
The air was cold and oppressive. Even in this energy form, he could feel the domain's malice woven into the space itself.
Then he turned his gaze to the left, where the complete opposite scene lay in front of his vision.
Only warm light existed there.
There was still no sun in the sky. Yet the land and the heavens were filled with warmth and brightness. The glow was steady and calm, not blinding.
Seen as a wide scene, it looked like two different worlds pressed together. One half was painted in a bleak atmosphere, ruled by gray tones and their shades, cold and melancholic, while the other half was dressed in warm yellow and white hues.
