The red rift swallowed Adonis Kingsbane entirely. The transition was not smooth like a teleportation gate. It felt like being dragged through a grinder of jagged glass and boiling blood.
The ambient mana of the living world was completely gone, replaced by a thick, suffocating miasma of rot, despair, and ancient hatred.
He fell from the burning red sky like a dark meteor. The clouds parted around him, revealing a desolate, nightmarish landscape below.
Rivers of liquid fire carved through valleys of black obsidian. In the distance, massive winged shadows circled above erupting volcanoes.
Adonis crashed onto the summit of a towering, jagged mountain peak.
Boom!
The impact shattered the black stone beneath his boots, sending a shockwave of force down the mountainside. He stood up slowly, rolling his shoulders as he surveyed his new hunting ground.
"So this is the base of the 7 firmaments," Adonis muttered to himself.
