Abyssal Flame Master stood in a world enveloped by dark energy.
In this place forsaken by the gods, the dark energy was so thick that the sun shining above couldn't penetrate the land below.
The earth here was black, the sky was oppressive and pitch-black. Even the sparse withered trees and vegetation were dark in color.
Even the air was gloomy, hazy and thick... This was not a world that was suitable for human beings to live in. Even if a high-leveled player came to this place, they would find themselves quickly dying from the overwhelming coldness that surrounded the land and the never-ending fog of darkness that slowly consumed anything that it touches.
But miraculously... Abyssal Flame Master looked fine staying here.
He remained unscathed and unaffected by everything around him.
But there was a teasing voice echoing within his ears.
"You lack motivation."
