That place is a region long since corrupted by the Void, a place beyond recovery.
Looking towards the source of the sound, the plains have long changed their appearance.
The cracked fissures resemble hideous black scars, intersecting and deep as if bottomless.
These cracks are not natural, their edges sharp and twisted, continuously seeping thick, nauseatingly sweet-smelling dark purple energy liquid.
It's the energy of the earth, turned into something repulsive and gushing forth.
The liquid drips onto the un-steamed areas of the ground, making sizzling corrosive sounds, forming clusters of fine purple crystals.
Purple, deep black, and even sickly green crystals grow like thorns, aggressively spreading.
They erode the ruins' remnants.
Twisted, deformed steel bars are like tentacles encased in crystalline tumors, and the concrete debris is covered with a thick crystal shell, corners sparkling with eerie prismatic light.
