The once-vibrant territory had been reduced to a graveyard, a landscape that seemed to scream in agony and hatred.
The sky was a bruised canvas of dim light, where fire and black fog choked the heavens. Every few seconds, the very fabric of space above them would buckle and tear, collapsing in on itself.
It was a vision of the apocalypse.
In the distance, Demons roared. The clangor of blades clashing against chitin and bone rang out—a grim, discordant symphony played out in a waking nightmare.
Shrieks of pain echoed across the scorched earth. The wailing of Souls rose and fell like a macabre chorus.
"Dane. This... this is the Abyss."
"War is the only song this place knows. You can't purify this, Cedric. People aren't victims here; they're just another verse in the song."
ROAR!
The guttural cry didn't come from a throat of flesh, but from the depths of a Soul. It came from the Wraith Knight Cedric.
