Chapter 12: Teleported? Part 2
[: 3rd POV :]
On the other hand, Kiel and Manork were teleported together.
However, the place was full of darkness.
It wasn’t the kind born from sorrow or evil, but ancient, deep, and alive.
The skies of the Demon Continent hung low and violet, riddled with drifting crimson stars and black moons that never waned.
The ground cracked with ember veins, pulsing with mana older than the world itself.
From within the spiral of void light that erupted amidst the obsidian plains, two figures fell through—scarred, weary, but very much alive.
Kiel hit the ground first, tumbling and groaning as he rolled onto his back.
Beside him, Manork landed with perfect posture, knees bent in silence, fists resting at his sides.
Kiel pushed himself up, breathing hard, blinking as he took in the jagged ridgelines of the volcanic horizon and the scent of brimstone filling his lungs.
"We’re... home?" he muttered, dazed. "The Demon Continent...?"
He looked over at the towering figure beside him, his once-resented companion, the wrathful enigma who spoke little but carried the weight of worlds in his silence.