Outside the shuttle, the sky was a turbulent canvas of black and violet, streaked with bolts of lightning that struck the ground every few seconds. It was like a never-ending thunderstorm had taken root over the land itself.
The terrain below was barren and scorched, rocks split and charred from years of constant lightning strikes. The atmosphere crackled with raw power, and the very air carried the scent of burnt metal and ozone.
"I can't take the void shuttle too deep into the region," Arlen explained, bringing the shuttle to a gradual stop as it hovered above a cliff that overlooked the stormy region. "The lightning here isn't just natural—it interferes with spatial tools. We'll have to walk from here."
With that, the shuttle descended and gently landed on the edge of the barren plain.
