Far from the skies where a terrifying battle had just taken place.
Darkness reigned supreme in this land.
Twisting shadows slithered along the ground like living things, snaking across blackened soil that never knew the touch of sunlight.
Towering obsidian pillars loomed into the skies, their jagged heights disappearing into clouds veined with flickering crimson light. The entire domain radiated a silence soaked in dread, a hush too absolute to be natural.
At the very center of this land of gloom, an enormous throne sat perched upon an elevated platform of interwoven shadow and bone. It was a thing carved from a singular block of void-colored obsidian, its edges honed so sharply they shimmered even in the absence of light. The throne pulsed faintly, as though breathing, as though waiting.
A streak of darkness painted with Primordial Energy ripped across the domain.
