The slight sensation of weightlessness from the teleportation quickly disappeared. When Zich opened his eyes again, the dark and damp Shadow Hunting Ground had completely vanished, replaced by a black wasteland that seemed to stretch endlessly into the distance.
The sky was an oppressive dark crimson. There was no sun and no stars, only vast gray white clouds rolling slowly overhead. The ground beneath his feet was covered in intersecting cracks, while enormous black stone pillars jutted diagonally out of the wasteland toward the sky, looking like the exposed ribs of some ancient beast that had died long ago.
