War-Torn || Despxt
The new world was a puzzling land of contrasts in a dull, hazy sky, and war torn, tattered landscapes. When she arrived, it was just outside of the destroyed remains of a castle overlooking a sand bar and beach, with a tall pillar of light off in the distance.
Something was calling her towards it.
And so she had set out on her journey across the barren landscape, following the roads where they lead, and avoiding the strange gates where she could. On her journeys, she had seen crystalline beings that resembled humans, but rarely interacted with them, if at all. She had been forced to use her magic, but blowing through those strange beings had been an easy task. They were barely enough to work up a sweat, although she could see them being troublesome in numbers.
Her road came to an end when her only forward path was through one of the foreboding gates that dotted the landscape. Some were active. Some were not. This one glowed with an ominous red seal, and she gently reached out to touch it.
The gateway lead to a winding path, with many of those crystalline beings, and she systematically destroyed each and every one, pausing for a break only briefly to kick open a chest and find a potion.
When she reached the end of the gateway, by touching a sigil of some sort, she was teleported into a large hall with winding blue tile and purple accents. She scouted for the exit, humming softly to herself all the while. Potion in hand, she sat down against one of the pillars and turned the bottle over in her palm, inspecting the contents.
“What a strange place this is…”
