Breaking the False World

Third Person's POV

And it seemed that Ethan shaking his head in exasperation was enough to send the demon spiraling even further into rage.

The air around Ethan thickened and warped as though space itself twisted at Zarghul's command.

The battlefield blurred in Ethan's gaze and the flat peak and bloodstained altar dissolved into a new, haunting landscape.

A sickly green sky loomed overhead and cast an eerie glow upon a once-proud castle—his childhood home.

But it was no longer the place he remembered.

The grand halls and towering spires that were once symbols of power and prestige were now decayed ruins.

The walls crumbled like ancient parchment and seemed hollow and lifeless.

A thick scent of suffocating and oppressive decay clung to the air as if the very land had long since died and was rotting away in forgotten time.

Then, figures emerged from the shifting haze.