Nothingness stretched endlessly across the land, a silent void where even the air felt heavy, suffocating.
Darkness clung to the skies like a thick shroud, unmoving, lifeless—yet amid that abyss, a powerful crimson light burned far off in the distance, pulsing like a beacon through the gloom.
Jinn narrowed his eyes, the sharp glow of red flickering against his vision. His heart beat faster.
"There," Zendrell said, voice low but urgent, already stepping forward.
"Come on, kid."
Then he was off—dashing forward with great speed, his crimson eidra flaring behind him like a trail of fire.
The sound of his movement echoed faintly across the empty wasteland.
Jinn didn't hesitate.
He clenched his jaw, adjusted the grip on his sword, and ran after him, his feet slamming against the invisible ground with bursts of force.
Each step pushed him faster, and each second brought the distant light into sharper focus.
