Eldritch Ruins Spatial Gates.

A vast grassy field stretched endlessly under the golden sun, its warm light casting long shadows over the land. The gentle breeze carried the scent of scorched earth and blood, a stark contrast to the serene landscape.

In a secluded corner of the field, corpses of Otherworld monsters lay motionless, their charred and mutilated bodies silent testaments to the battle that had taken place. Some were burnt to a crisp, others riddled with deep, clean cuts.

Sching!

The crisp sound of a blade slicing through flesh echoed, followed by the dull thud of a severed head falling.

A few meters away, the massive body of a serpent-like beast collapsed, sending a tremor through the ground.

"Last one..."

A tired, raspy voice broke the stillness.

Standing atop the fallen beast, Damien heaved for breath. His dark hair was damp with sweat, his face marked with exhaustion. His hands trembled slightly from the relentless battles he had endured.