The air was thick. Heavy. Unnatural.
Selene's boots crunched against the cracked stone beneath her as she took a slow step forward, scanning their surroundings. The sky above them was a swirling mass of dark clouds, shifting like something alive. The ground was barren, littered with ruins—broken pillars, shattered statues, remnants of a temple that must have once stood proud but was now nothing more than a decayed corpse of the past.
Her voice came out uneasy. "Where… are we?"
Thomas exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. His head was pounding, like a lingering hangover from something he couldn't remember. He swallowed, trying to shake the feeling crawling under his skin.
"No idea… but I got a bad feeling about this place. Like—" he hesitated, his fingers twitching. "Like we're not supposed to be here. Like we shouldn't have opened that damn door."
