The moment we step through the barrier, the world changes.
Everything shifts.
It's like we just stepped into a nightmare.
Here, the air grows heavy and oppressive, choking with demonic mana so thick it has become a black fog, wrapping around us like a shroud. It clings to our skin, seeps into our lungs, and blocks our vision almost completely.
Even breathing feels like inhaling smoke and tar.
Below our feet, the ground squelches as Alter take a step. A black, viscous liquid spreads in all directions, thick like oil and cold as winter steel. It sticks to our boots, ripples with an unnatural gleam.
"What… the fuck is this?" I whisper.
But soon, the realization hits.
It's corrupted mana!
Concentrated and unnatural, liquefied.
Just like that, the weight of this place it presses against our limbs, heavy as heck. Every movement becomes slow and difficult. Even lifting a single finger feels like trying to move through cement laced with needles, thick and painful
