Anthony sensed the very fabric of air and space warping around him, a telltale sign of forced teleportation.
He did not resist.
In an instant, the world folded in on itself, and he was consumed by the void.
A heartbeat later, he rematerialized in a sudden burst of displaced energy.
Darkness enveloped him.
Absolute. Unyielding.
His gaze swept across the cavernous expanse before him.
The space stretched endlessly, an intricate labyrinth of spiraling tunnels.
Towering stone pillars, thick and immense, coiled toward the unseen ceiling, their presence both ominous and imposing as they bore the weight of the abyss above.
But darkness wasn't the true threat.
The real danger lay in the energy saturating the air.
Chaos.
A volatile, ominous force, known to belong solely to the demons.
Its very presence here could mean only one thing: they were meant to face them.
And it made perfect sense.
