Fall Of Olympus (3)
The atmosphere was gloomy. It had a blackish hue to it, looking as though plumes of black smoke had fused with the air. But Damian knew better, this was the unique air of the Underworld… of Hades.
Taking few steps forward, the lad scanned his surroundings. It was… desolate. The ground, the sand, was black and dreary, the skies were yellowish and sickly, and the air, Damian shook his head.
This was the Underworld, or more accurately, the outskirts of the land of the dead. Compared to the actual Underworld, this place was much less dangerous. But in truth, this was only so in the perspective of Damian. To any other Third Sphere practitioner, the very air itself was lethal enough.
But of course, while it was less dangerous to him, that didn't mean he was not vigilant. He was far stronger than any creature here, indeed, however, should he let his guard down, he would pay a severe price.