Ezra steps further into the secret realm, his senses repressed by the oppressive atmosphere.
The golden platform beneath his feet seemed to pulse with a strange, irregular rhythm, matching the chaotic energy swirling around him.
Though he had mentally prepared for this moment, experiencing it firsthand was another matter entirely.
The atmosphere is thick with tension, humming with an almost malevolent energy.
Every breath felt like inhaling shards of glass, and even with his enhanced physiology, the realm's environment weighs on him.
The ability to retreat in an instant was reassuring, but he wasn't foolish enough to rely solely on it.
He would need to keep his wits about him if he was going to survive this collapsing realm.
His eyes scan the expanse ahead.
The golden platform stretches endlessly, a vast sea of shimmering light fractured by jagged cracks and ominous shadows.
