The smell of smoke hung in the air, thick and bitter at the same time.
It burned in Jinn's nose and throat as he slowly cracked open his eyes.
The sky above him flashed, soft flickers of light breaking through the veil of darkness.
He blinked hard, adjusting to the shifting colors in front of him.
It was different.
Everything was different—at least from what he remembered.
He was no longer chained.
Jinn lifted his head.
The horizon stretched endlessly, glowing in deep reds and bruised purple llight.
*Crack!! *CRACK!!!
Lightning crackled across the crimson sky, violent and without pattern, casting eerie shadows over a landscape that defied understanding.
Dark fog slithered at the edges of his vision, swirling like smoke yet moving with intent.
Weird.
The terrain itself seemed alive, shifting and pulsing, the ground uneven and surrounded with glowing stones that breathed light with every beat of his own heart.
