The Sanatan Flame Sect crossed the final stretch of the ten-mile wasteland beneath a sky stained in deep violet. Every step echoed across the barren land, where countless cracks spread through the earth like scars left by an ancient catastrophe. Jagged rock formations rose from the ground, their weathered surfaces carved by thousands of years of relentless wind. Wisps of spiritual energy drifted through the desolate landscape, swirling between broken stones before vanishing into the empty horizon, as though the realm itself still breathed despite its lifeless appearance.
The endless silence finally broke when an enormous silhouette emerged from the distant haze.
An ancient city stood before them.
