V A I N G L O R Y
Hell.
Every direction, whether it be to the front or back, up or down, there was an endless sprawl of some twisted nightmare given physical shape as terrain. Silvery, colorless, sands that contrasted heavily with the empty void of the sky above stretched eternally as far as the eyes could see, blemished by pillars of fire that poured up from fractures in the ground as well as twisted structures of rocky material that were jagged and oppressive in their shape and stature. There were no stars, no moons, nothing that could provide warmth or light except the dull glow of the very objects that dotted the horizon line. Nothing lived here, either, the only things that resembled living creatures were so very obviously not so: the dead and departed.
'This is hell.'
Despite the lack of light, of any source of warmth, she felt hot - uncomfortably so. The sands of Chaos were unforgivingly cold in their welcome but the air was undeniably dry and burned like the very flames that poured into the sky from them. There were screams that echoed across the dunes and over rocky limbs from what she presumed was the tortured souls that found themselves trapped here in passing. Part of her wondered if she'd find an unwanted face here, a reflection of her own, but the majority of her wondered how she ended up here and how she was going to manage getting home. She still seemed to be dressed in what she had been wearing when she was leaving the Kaggath, a cursory glance that she cast down against her body told her, but that was probably the only thing that she seemed to have going for her at this point.
"Feth."
She'd uttered the words but was still surprised to hear her voice so clearly in her ears, something she supposed had to do with the nature of this space, as well as by how cold her breath was against her lips that contrasted starkly to the parched air that clung to her. There wasn't an inkling in her head on where, relatively speaking, she was in this great expanse or where she had to go if she hoped to find a way home, so Amara did the only sensible thing anyone in her shoes would do: she started walking. Either she'd find a way out of Chaos or not, but she knew with certainty she wouldn't be figuring out a way to get home here.