Zirikon's sharp gaze flicked to her. He drew deeply from his cigar, the tip glowing a deep ember-red. He let the smoke escape slowly from his nose, curling into strange, shifting shapes before dissipating into the air. His smile widened, revealing a glimpse of teeth just a shade too sharp.
"Then let us begin," he said softly, eyes glinting. "There is much to show you"
The group began to walk. The air in the dimension was thick with a Familiar energy, one similar to the cursed land but unlike it's corruption, this one was more pure. A wild and untamed scent that the godlings found both exhilarating and familiar. As they moved, the landscape shifted around them, a dizzying collage of impossible habitats. The ground beneath their feet, a moment ago a lush, primeval forest floor, became a cracked, sun-scorched earth. Towering, crystalline mountains jutted into a blood-red sky, and the silence was broken by a distant, echoing roar.
