The moment the five adventurers stepped through the crimson gateway...
The familiar world disappeared.
A strange sensation swept through their bodies, as though they were being pulled through an endless tunnel of distorted space.
Then, the feeling vanished.
Their boots landed firmly upon dry, cracked earth.
The first thing they noticed was the oppressive crimson sky hanging overhead.
The blood-red clouds drifted lazily across the heavens, casting an eerie scarlet glow over the barren wasteland.
Jagged black mountains pierced the horizon like the fangs of some colossal beast.
The air felt heavy.
It carried a faint metallic scent, almost like dried blood.
For several seconds...
No one spoke.
The healer, the youngest member of the party, slowly looked around with wide eyes.
"...It's beautiful."
The twin-swordsman glanced at her before letting out a small laugh.
"Beautiful?"
"I'd call it terrifying."
