From the outside, the Bleeding Hollow Zone resembled a rupture in reality itself, a jagged fracture suspended in midair, thrumming with barely contained annihilation.
The surrounding space-time warped with unnatural shimmer, distorting both light and silence in its wake.
It was neither a portal nor a construct, but rather a stabilized anomaly, an echo of a cataclysm that failed to unfold, now frozen in perpetual paradox.
Layers of spatial distortion laced around it like illusions, constantly shifting yet eternally still.
Its very presence radiated an oppressive pressure, as though the world held its breath, torn between preventing its collapse or containing its expansion.
Anthony turned to his team.
With a subtle nod exchanged between them, they leapt into the fractured space without a trace of hesitation.
For a fleeting instant, the shifting dimensions disoriented their senses, blurring perception and unraveling orientation.
