The moment they crossed the threshold into the wild territories, everything changed.
The structured corruption of the sanctuary gave way to something far more primal. Here, the spirit realm existed in its raw state. Reality shifted without warning, colours that had no names painted impossible landscapes, and the air itself crackled with untamed energy that made their spiritual forms tingle with each breath.
"Stay close," Marius warned, his earlier calm replaced by genuine alertness. "The wild territories don't follow sanctuary rules. Anything could be hunting here."
Behind them, the sounds of pursuit echoed from the passages they'd left—the crystalline guardians had reached the sanctuary's edge but couldn't follow beyond their jurisdiction. However, their chanting had attracted attention from entities that weren't bound by such limitations.
"Something's tracking us," Radji said, his earth-sense picking up vibrations that didn't match their footsteps. "Multiple somethings."
