But before we could process anything further—before a word left either of our mouths—the malformed man opened his eyes.
No light, no sound, just the quiet dread of his gaze locking onto us.
A gaze that seemed to pierce through the fabric of reality itself.
And in the very next breath—our vision blurred.
The tomb vanished.
...
A cold breeze stirred the grass around me as I groaned, rubbing my eyes and blinking away the strange heaviness.
My mind felt fogged, my senses slow to respond, as though I'd been submerged underwater and pulled back out too fast.
When my sight cleared, the ancient walls, the eerie glow of aether, and the scent of death were all gone.
In their place stretched an endless plain.
A sea of green, wild and vivid—rolling grasslands with wind brushing across the tall blades like invisible fingers.
