ʕ•̫•ʔ---Anomaly

When I opened my eyes, I found myself sprawled on the ground. It wasn't where I'd been moments ago. This place was different—eerily so.

Where am I? And where is everyone?

I pushed myself up to a sitting position, taking in the desolate surroundings. Ruins stretched as far as I could see, a crumbling wasteland drenched in the stench of burnt marks and corruption. The air itself felt hostile, thick and suffocating.

My voice cracked as I muttered, "Where in the name of all the gods am I?"

As I struggled to stand, a suffocating pressure suddenly filled the air, pinning me in place.

My breath hitched as my eyes darted around, searching for the source.

That's when I saw it.

A figure stood just a few meters ahead, its back to me. Long, dark hair tied neatly cascaded down its back, and a bloody, ominous sword rested by its side. It wasn't moving, but it didn't feel like it needed to—it radiated danger.