Sixth Realm, Dark Continent
Within the endless darkness of the Sixth Realm, Atlas held Eli's hand tightly, guiding her through shadows that seemed alive with malice. Veil coiled around them like a protective serpent, its presence both comforting and suffocating. They marched forward in silence, their footsteps swallowed by the void as they approached a flickering light ahead—a beacon calling to them from within the abyss.
The shadow of a castle-like temple loomed into view at their feet, massive and foreboding. Its gates stood slightly ajar, inviting yet ominous. From the side of the structure came rhythmic snores, each exhale spewing fire that illuminated part of the giant sleeping beside it. The creature's red skin glowed faintly under the dim light, its colossal head resting on one arm while flames danced from its nostrils.
"Is that the one?" Eli whispered, her voice trembling despite her attempt to mask her fear.
