An empty, barren land stretched out infinitely in all directions, as if the entire world had been erased and replaced with nothingness.
There was no end in sight. Not a single object, not even a pebble or scrap of grass. No ruins, no mountains—just a vast, lifeless plain.
A pure, silent wasteland. The ground was cracked and dry beneath their feet, coated in a faint grey dust, while overhead, the sky loomed in deep, endless darkness. Countless stars flickered brightly, scattered across the heavens like shattered diamonds, as if their glow alone was enough to illuminate this land.
Aether and Ashara stepped cautiously onto the barren surface, their boots stirring small clouds of dry dust with each movement. They looked around slowly, their eyes scanning every direction, but the silence was absolute.
Not even a breeze passed through. The air stood still—dead still.
