章 477: Old Friend

Erend, Billy, and Adrien emerged from the swirling portal back into the Eternal Earth, the world where the Elves resided.

The change in atmosphere was immediate and overwhelming. The sky, once a serene azure, was now a sinister shade of red, as if the heavens themselves had been painted with blood.

The air was thick and oppressive, carrying with it a palpable sense of dread. A black mist blanketed the area, not thick enough to obscure vision but enough to give a foreboding, almost suffocating, presence.

"This... this is bad," Billy muttered as he scanned their surroundings.

Adrien nodded, his hand instinctively reaching for his weapon. "Somehow I feel like the world itself is dying."

Erend's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the landscape. The once vibrant fields and forests were now shrouded in the eerie mist, and the oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily on his shoulders. Every breath felt like inhaling sorrow and despair.