Overhead a blanket of sickly, pallid yellow. Not a sky, but an oppresive, miasmatic cover than seemed to smother everything. Cloying air that felt near impossible to breath properly. Cracked mountains and canyons in the distance, like jagged claws tearing at the fabric of the sky. The ground underfoot felt dry and crumbly, barren of anything resembling life. No wind, yet to ground and distant shapes seemed to be moving and shifting. No sun or moon hung in the sky, and no stars, yet there was a vague sense of dum, ill light. Enough to see by. And enough to see dark shape in the distance, like some twisted amalgamation of a castle...They had passed quickly through Clink's realm, just long enough to catch their breath and stockpile berries. Then Clink had taken a hoop shaped key and opened a portal to Orzo's realm. And the world they had entered felt truly inhospitable. The assembled trainers were gathered in a sort of huddle, Chef Flygon near the front, flanked by Clink and Darkrai.
Clink trembled slightly, their keys clinking together. Everything inside them screamed Leave! All around, a dreadful pressure and a wicked presence. "He is here." They managed to say.
"Then we make for his throne," Darkrai said, gesturing to dark spires of the castle... "But take caution. The realm of a legendary is not kind to those who are outsiders."
Chef Flygon nodded solenmly and started forwards.