As Suho emerged on the other side of the vortex, he found himself in a desolate, twisted landscape. The sky was a deep, bloody red, and the ground was dry, cracked earth. Jagged rock formations jutted out of the ground, casting long, ominous shadows.
Suho's eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of the dark figure or its minions. But there was nothing. No movement, no sound. Just an oppressive silence that weighed heavily on Suho's shoulders.
Beru, who had followed Suho through the vortex, hovered anxiously beside him. "Suho, I'm reading some strange energy signatures coming from those rock formations," she warned.
Suho nodded, his grip on Umbra tightening. "Keep scanning, Beru. I'll check it out."
As Suho approached the rock formations, he could feel a dark, pulsating energy emanating from them. It was as if the rocks themselves were alive, watching him with cold, calculating eyes.
Suddenly, the air was filled with a faint whispering. The words were indistinguishable, but the malevolent intent was clear.
Suho's Shadow Arts powers surged in response, Umbra shining brighter as he prepared for battle. But as he turned to face the whispering darkness, he realized that he was surrounded.
The rock formations had come to life, their twisted limbs reaching out to ensnare him. And in the distance, the dark figure watched, its eyes gleaming with triumph.
Suho knew that he was in for the fight of his life. But he was ready. With Umbra by his side, he charged forward, ready to face whatever horrors awaited him.