As I entered the realm of anger, a searing heat engulfed me. The once icy wind of grief is now replaced by a scorching, merciless sun that beats down on a barren desert landscape. Monuments to the fallen gods litter the landscape, remnants of a war long gone but never forgotten. The very air crackles with a sense of hysteria and fury, as if the very ground itself is angry.
As I continued on, the heat became even more intense, and the statues loom larger and more imposing. Each one tells a story of betrayal, anger, and ultimately, destruction. I could feel the rage seeping into my bones. It’s as if the very essence of this realm has infected me. I wonder if I will ever be able to leave this place.
