The journey through the third layer had gone unexpectedly well.
No lurking threats. No hostile creatures. No unforeseen dangers—aside from Sylas, during their first arrival here, of course.
Compared to the challenges they had faced in the previous layers, this one had been eerily peaceful. Almost as if the land itself had allowed them safe passage.
And now, their path had led them here once again.
A familiar sight.
The group stood at the edge of the mythical place, where the land met the boundary between layers. Before them, stretching endlessly in both directions, was a towering wall of chaos—an unrelenting tempest that served as the threshold between this layer and the second.
The storm wall.
