Arthur and Aziel stood staring at what lay before them. The roses ended abruptly, almost like there was an invisible wall stopping them from growing any further. The transition was jarring—a perfect line where the dead petals surrendered to barren earth. It was as if some ancient power had drawn a boundary that even nature dared not cross.
And past these roses now lay a vast field of... nothing. There was no grass, no plants, no trees. Just bare stone-like ground stretching into the distance, cracked and dry like the parched lips of a dying man. The horizon wavered in the heat, creating mirages that danced and shifted with each passing moment. Overhead, the sky seemed different here—paler, as if the very color had been leached from the atmosphere.
