The once-sacred temple has transformed into a dark, twisted reflection of itself. Time and space warp around Thalia as she is pulled into a metaphysical realm, a surreal landscape where reality seems to bend and dissolve. The earth pulses with dark energy, its very foundation vibrating with the intensity of Shen Ai’s ritual. The temple, now distorted and corrupted, looms in the distance, its once-grand stone columns twisted into shadowed, gnarled shapes, the air thick with a palpable sense of dread. It feels as though the land itself is alive, writhing with malicious intent.
The surroundings are unstable, as though the laws of nature no longer apply here. The sky is a swirl of dark clouds, the very ground beneath Thalia’s feet shifting and quaking with the power of the ritual that has brought her to this place. There is no escape; she is trapped in this spiritual battleground, where the forces of light and darkness are at war.