Babel's Hive Again.

Ethan stepped out of the swirling black portal and into a world of towering stone and floating islands. His golden eyes scanned his surroundings, his expression shifting from curiosity to instant irritation as he took in the sight before him.

A colossal stone structure loomed ahead, stretching endlessly into the sky. It was monolithic and ancient, its weathered surface covered in strange markings that pulsed faintly with energy. Around it, dozens of floating islands drifted lazily, suspended in the air like forgotten ruins of a shattered world.

Ethan exhaled sharply, already regretting this turn of events.

"Not Babel's Hive again," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Before he could even take a step forward, the air around him shifted. A predatory stillness took hold, a weighty pressure that sent a familiar warning crawling down his spine. He knew this sensation well—he was being watched.

Then, they moved.