The Under was extremely different from Aigas.
As it opened up beneath the feet of the experts, they tensed.
A glance of it through the gloomy shroud of Pherdanta's Dormant Territory told most of them that perhaps the fairytales they heard before bed during their tender years might have been true, after all.
The expansive space below them was even gloomier than Pherdanta's Dormant Territory. It was a wonder how living things could even desire to live here.
If there was a sun in the Under, it must have been bathed in blood. A scarlet hue washed over all things from the sky without revealing its source. The tender beauty of the clouds was nowhere to be seen; the sky was empty and drab. The only things that deigned to touch it were the high peaks lining the horizon below, as well as a few great towers with an assortment of prism-like shapes.
All the experts immediately recognised them.
