The Rescue Mission III

As Leor and Shania emerged from the portal, they were immediately enveloped by the oppressive atmosphere of Xal'dar's realm. The air reeked of decay and corruption, heavy with the stench of decrepitude that clung to their skin like a malignant shroud. Beneath their feet, the ground cracked and fissured, resembling the parched, barren surface of a dying world.

Above, the sky churned with a sickly, violet hue, infected by the malevolent chaos force. Lightning slashed across the sky, casting the twisted landscape in brief, stark relief, like a ghastly, otherworldly canvas.

Leor's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, the blade shimmering with a faint, eerie crimson glow. He glanced at Shania, his eyes burning with a fierce protectiveness. "Stay close," he growled, his voice low and urgent.