The canyon stretched out before them like a gaping maw, its towering walls of jagged rock casting ominous shadows that seemed to writhe and twist in the faint moonlight. The air was thick with the scent of blood and decay, the stench of rotting flesh and the acrid tang of brimstone hanging heavy in the still night air. The ground was littered with the corpses of demonic beasts, their twisted, grotesque forms lying in mangled heaps, their lifeless eyes staring blankly into the darkness.
Crimson Shadow and Lin Xueya moved through the carnage with an almost casual grace, their footsteps light and measured despite the horrors that surrounded them. The canyon was a labyrinth of death, its winding paths choked with the remains of the beasts they had slain. The walls were slick with blood, the air humming with the faint, distant echoes of growls and howls that seemed to come from every direction.
