Adam landed on ground scorched by the ever-oppressive environment. Decay melded a rotten flavor to the natural scent of sulfur, reminding doomed travellers how unforgiving the demon realm was, even to its inhabitants.
Through the dust rising from his landing, he observed the dried bark of trees. They were crooked and unsettling, as if they were gazing back, eager to sink their branches into his blood to quench their eternal thirst.
Thorny shrubberies extended finger-like vines, beckoning him to approach by permeating the air with a sweet fragrance. Beside them, even insects stirred like miniature piranhas—mandibles clicking, faceted eyes sparkling.
He sighed. Six months to cross space only to end up in this graveyard trying to bury life itself... "Tsk. Disgusting."
