Chapter 50

A sharp gust of wind roared past Damien's ears.

The world twisted, colors bending and folding into themselves as he shot through the spatial gate. It felt as if his body was being stretched and compressed at the same time. A nauseating sense of weightlessness took over.

Then—

Boom!

Damien landed hard, his boots skidding across the cracked stone. His body tensed as he adjusted to the sudden shift in gravity. He exhaled sharply, crimson eyes darting around.

The air smelled ancient—like dust, decay, and something… unfamiliar.

The landscape before him was unlike anything he had seen before.

Towering stone structures stretched into the sky, some broken and crumbling while others stood eerily intact. Strange runes shimmered faintly along the walls, pulsating with a forgotten power. The ground was covered in thick, tangled vines, as if nature itself was trying to reclaim what once belonged to another civilization.