Leon stepped through the portal with Seraphine beside him.
The dimensional realm's quiet green stillness vanished in an instant, replaced by something that assaulted every sense simultaneously.
BOOOOOM! CRAAASH! RRRUMMMBLE!
Fire everywhere. The sky above the Pyran settlement was consumed by towering columns of black smoke and raging orange flame, painting the clouds in shades of catastrophe. Explosions detonated in rapid succession across the horizon, each one sending fresh shockwaves rippling through the scorched earth beneath their feet. The heat hit them like a physical wall the moment they crossed through, dry and suffocating, carrying the smell of burning flesh and charred earth.
The Pyran tents—every single one—had been razed to nothing. What remained were smoldering frameworks, collapsed poles, and ash drifting through the superheated air like black snow.
And the undead.
Hundreds of thousands of them.
