Reborn as Demon Sorcerer

RADS 141. Cataclysmic Waves

Sam and Welzon rode towards the cage field, the landscape around them began to transform. The once familiar terrain of the blighted plain, with its twisted trees and sparse, blackened foliage, slowly gave way to an even more desolate and eerie environment.

The sky, which had briefly cleared after the storm, grew overcast once more, with dark clouds swirling ominously above. A palpable sense of dread hung in the air, and the atmosphere grew thicker, charged with chaotic energy that made the hair on Sam's arms stand on end.

"It's remarkable how quickly the landscape changes," Sam remarked, trying to mask his unease with casual conversation. "Is this the ribcage area you've mentioned?"

"Not quite yet," Welzon replied, his tone lighter than the oppressive surroundings. "We're on the outskirts. The true ribcage field lies further ahead, where the land itself bears the scars of the arcane war."

Sam nodded, casting a wary glance at the horizon. The air seemed to shimmer with an unnatural haze