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The dark skies of Abyss were already darker by themselves, but due to the Outer Gods presences, they became even darker, resembling rumbling black clouds releasing black, red, and purple lightning constantly. I could even see giant crimson eyes glaring at us from time to time popping out of them.
"It is as if the Outer Gods are slowly terraforming this world…" Lucifer said. "I suppose this is how they assimilate them into their Outer Plane."
"They've done this before?" I asked her.
"Many times, yes…" She nodded. "Well, it isn't as if Hell hasn't devoured worlds itself. Why do you think Planes get so big? We absorb other worlds to nourish our own. We gain new species, new races, new energies, and more souls. The Necrotic Plane, Hell, even the Spiritual Plane, and of course, the most vicious, the Outer Plane… They all require constant nourishment to keep on growing stronger."
"What happens if they don't absorb worlds?" I asked.
