The island itself was diverse in terrain.
There were hills and ridges formed from dark stone, rising unevenly across the land. Larger mountains stood further within, their peaks shrouded in heat haze. Between them lay stretches of plains, some flat and open, others broken by jagged formations.
Vegetation was scarce.
There were patches of plant life, small clusters of hardy growth that clung to the land in isolated pockets. A few twisted trees could be seen, their bark darkened and adapted to the extreme environment. They were few, but their presence added a strange contrast to the otherwise harsh landscape.
What dominated the scene, however, was not the land itself.
It was the barrier.
Encasing the entire island was a massive array formation, its structure forming a dome-like shield that shimmered faintly in the heated air. Countless runes flowed across its surface, each one etched with precision and glowing with a steady energy.
They were all written in dwarven script.
