As the nine emerged from the portal, they were met with a desolate landscape. Dark clouds churned above, crackling with multicolored lightning that illuminated the bleak terrain.
The wind howled fiercely, battering them with its intensity. The ground beneath their feet was scorched and barren, littered with human skeletons and massive scratch marks that told a tale of brutal violence.
Remiel's gaze swept across the devastated land, his brow furrowed in concern. "Did a war happen here?" he asked, his voice carried away by the wind.
Remael's eyes gleamed with knowledge as he replied, "Before the Celestelite sealed Drakhael, many Mytherians sought to tame it, while some wanted to kill it... But they all fell under the beast's might."
In the distance, Mount Emrys loomed, its towering peak
