On one side of the world, the Bloodflame surged, with countless skeletons formed from black mist shrieking and flying fiercely within it.
On the other side of the world, everything was lush and green with the shadows of trees and vines, and countless five-coloured butterflies fluttered and hovered.
The two worlds collided incessantly at a central boundary, like tides crashing against each other. Either the Bloodflame would ignite the trees and butterflies, reducing them to ashes, or the trees and vines would grow thicker and larger amidst the Bloodflame, engulfing countless skeletons and turning them into nourishment. The pressure and collision of these two vastly different worlds formed a massive vortex at the center, spinning madly yet remaining eerily silent, as if everything were nothing but a mere illusion.
