Passing through a dark and secret fissure, a passage thick with viscous fog.
Zorn stepped onto dry, sandy earth and gazed out at the world of the Mirror Demon Realm.
The sky was low and gray, like a kingdom of burnt-out cinders.
The air was filled with the smell of char and decay.
Ruined towers, leaning and toppled, were visible everywhere.
"WOOOO…"
From time to time, a strange gale howled past, sweeping up ash and sparks!
As the sound of that strange gale reached their ears, a slight, stinging pain pricked at the surface of their souls.
This had no effect on Zorn.
But for his three companions, it wasn't so easy.
Faced with the wind's eerie, demonic wail, the faces of all three fell slightly.
Two of them immediately took out purple potions and drank them.
These Soul Potions could bolster their souls' defenses, allowing them to remain here comfortably.
