The first thing Adam noticed was the lack of color.
He spread his senses outward, ready to defend against the possible attacks of the devils at any moment. But no attack came. The devils had disappeared. For now, at least.
As he looked around, he saw that he was on the battlefield where he had just fought the shadowkins. Except, this one was dark. It was a dark echo of the place he had fought in just moments ago.
So this is the infamous Shadowmuir, he thought to himself with a grim look on his face.
There was no sun. The sky was a dark-gray canvas. Everything in this realm had been sucked out of all color, leaving nothing but black and white. Strangely enough, even the white looked colorless.
The ground was dark. The trees and boulders were colorless. Even as he looked at himself, he found that all the colors from his clothes and body had drained.
