Arrived at Serewyn's Border

The terrain shifted dramatically as Mikhailis and Cerys approached the border. The lush greenery they had traveled through gradually gave way to cracked, barren earth. The once-vibrant foliage was replaced by thorny bushes and moss-covered outcroppings that clung stubbornly to the hostile environment. The stark contrast was unsettling, and Mikhailis couldn't help but marvel at how nature itself had adapted to survive under such conditions.

"This is… different," he muttered, his gaze scanning the dry, desolate land. He spotted a few plants scattered across the area—twisted vines with sharp thorns, their leaves waxy and dull, and clusters of fungi that oozed a faint, noxious mist.

"Toxic," Rodion's voice hummed in his ear.