The group emerged from the crumbling ruins, blinking against the pale, grey light of the Wasteland's surface. The sky above was a churning void of muted clouds, and the air carried the familiar, acrid scent of dust and decay. Behind them, the entrance to the library groaned, the stone grinding against itself as the ancient structure settled back into its long slumber.
Lilith held up the Compass of Desire. Its glow flickered weakly, the needle trembling as if struggling to hold its course. The golden light along its surface pulsed faintly, dim but still guiding them.
Ignis stretched her arms above her head, her flames flickering weakly. "Ugh… I feel like I haven't seen the sky in years."
Alice's cat ears twitched as she scanned the desolate landscape, her dark violet eyes sharp. Her tail swayed behind her, and her voice carried a note of disdain.
"This place is terrible. It feels like the void, but with more… dust."
