The moment they crossed the burning door, the world shifted.
The air was heavy—dense with smoke and molten light. The crimson sky crackled with streaks of ember, and the ground beneath them pulsed like a living furnace. Waves of heat rolled through the air, distorting everything they saw, as if reality itself was burning.
Shellia lifted her hand instinctively, her divine aura forming a faint shimmer around her. Even so, sweat beaded her forehead almost instantly. "This… isn't a normal corrupted space," she whispered, voice strained. "It feels alive."
[Alive?] Yuki echoed, his small form flickering into visibility beside her shoulder, wings glowing faintly. [No… it's more like the realm itself has fused with the demon's essence. It's pure fire corruption.]
Veyra covered her mouth with her sleeve, her golden eyes narrowing. "The air burns to breathe."
