The pocket dimension was a world painted in strange hues of twilight.
The sky was a dull mix of violet and ash, clouds swirling in sluggish waves overhead as though time itself was dragging its feet.
The air smelled faintly of iron and dust, carrying with it a dry bite that clung to Seth’s throat with every breath. The terrain shifted constantly—one moment a forest of blackened trees with jagged roots jutting upward like spears, the next a stretch of barren stone cliffs, their surfaces slick with phantom mist. It was designed to unsettle, to disorient, to press challengers into losing themselves before they lost to the monsters within.
For Seth, however, it was nothing more than a testing ground.
He walked with easy steps, Hell Martial Arts humming beneath his skin like a dormant beas
