They stepped through the portal together.
Reality twisted and warped around them as they descended through layers of dimensional space.
Then everything stabilized.
Grey opened his eyes and looked around.
The Ancient Hell stretched before them.
The sky was a deep crimson red, thick with clouds that never moved. No sun existed here, but a dim red glow came from everywhere at once, casting long shadows across the barren landscape.
The ground was cracked black stone, split by glowing red fissures that pulsed like veins. Dead trees with twisted branches dotted the terrain, their bark charred and peeling. No leaves remained on any of them.
In the distance, massive structures rose from the earth. They looked like temples built from black iron and bone, their surfaces covered in rust and ancient decay. Some had collapsed entirely, leaving only broken pillars and scattered rubble.
