The Land Of The Damned

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As Donovan arrived at the desolate landscape, his raven settled onto his shoulder, its loud caw urging him to move further. Though his eyes were sightless, and the world he was born into had been shrouded in nothing but darkness, his other senses had grown acute, helping him adapt and compensate for his losses. His raven, too, had been instrumental in guiding him, and if it hadn't mapped out the entire forest, he wouldn't have been able to pull the stunts he did back there.

"Move forward, master," his raven squawked. "The barrier is just ahead."

Donovan stretched out a hand, feeling the air, before taking a step into the unknown. In an instant, he vanished into thin air, as if he had walked through a solid wall.

He ended up emerging in a completely new landscape – an otherworldly expanse featuring jagged mountains that pierce the skies and valleys shrouded in a perpetual twilight.