Scene 1 – The Blood-Red Sky
The fractured chamber behind them collapsed into silence, its shattered mirrors swallowed by shadows. When the Tower shifted again, it was not with the stillness of stone but the violent snap of a world tearing itself open.
A new expanse unfolded—an endless hunting ground beneath a blood-red sky. The air was thick with the coppery tang of iron, sharp enough to sting Jemil's tongue. Jagged ridges split the earth, forming valleys where fog coiled like snakes. Distant howls rolled through the land, reverberating against the crimson dome overhead.
The wives tensed instinctively. Wings flared, claws curled, eyes sharpened. Even those who wielded grace over ferocity felt the pull of the place—it was a domain that demanded instinct over reason.
But Jemil… Jemil felt it worst of all.
