The blinding white light faded slowly, peeling back like a veil.
Seth blinked once, adjusting quickly to the new world around him.
The air was different—thicker, heavier, carrying a faint metallic tang as though the sky itself had bled. His boots pressed against dark stone, cracked and jagged, stretching into a barren wasteland. The horizon warped with faint heat waves, and scattered across the landscape were twisted ruins, broken towers, and faintly glowing glyphs carved into boulders.
Above, the sky was an eerie shade of crimson-gray, its swirling clouds glowing faintly as if charged with latent power. From time to time, flickers of lightning danced silently across them. The entire place pulsed with hostile energy.
Seth inhaled, tasting the air.
So this is the pocket dimension, he
