The moment they stepped into the Demiplane, Eden felt a powerful wave of disorientation wash over her.
When she opened her eyes again, she beheld a sight she would never forget for the rest of her life.
The boundless Dark Sky Curtain hung like a heavy drape, sealing the heavens in impenetrable darkness.
Against that gloomy backdrop stood a City of the Dead,
towering majestically.
The City of the Dead's walls had been meticulously carved from obsidian. They soared into the clouds, radiating a cold, sinister aura.
Magical runes flickered faintly across the walls, their light waxing and waning as they added an air of mystery and terror to the silent city.
Within the walls, grim and terrifying magical buildings of the Graveyard faction rose from the ground, their outlines twisted and strange beneath the influence of Death Mana.
Above the City of the Dead, Spectral Dragons and translucent spectres soared freely through the Dark Sky Curtain condensed from Death Mana.
Before the city's main gate, an army of the dead stood in neat ranks, silently awaiting the arrival of the three of them.
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Journey Through the Demiplane: A Frank Confession
Eden was deeply shaken by the sight before her. She tightly gripped Elysia and Moros's hands, fear and curiosity intertwining in her eyes into an indescribable emotion.
In truth, it was not only Eden. Even the well-traveled Elysia was stunned by everything before her.
Though they had long known Moros was extraordinary, the scene before them still surpassed their imagination and understanding.
Especially Elysia. As Origin's Herrscher, she had thought nothing could ever make her lose herself, but this sight made her realize how naive she had been.
"Moros, is this what you wanted us to see?"
Elysia recovered from her shock and gazed into Moros's deep eyes,