Leo looked out onto the view before him.
The snow-capped peaks of the Pitchfork set against a backdrop of dark skies and forked lightning.
Despite the gloominess of the sight, he couldn't deny that the Abyssal Plains was breathtaking.
"Die, you mother*ck*rs!" screamed the warrior below.
Leo's gaze drifted down below where the cliff-side path that snaked up to where he now stood was littered with players in the midst of battle.
"Keep up the good work," he joked.
Although as he watched a male wraith warrior push a female ogre warmonger off the cliffside, Leo couldn't help but cringe inside.
It had been months since he'd duped the players into sacrificing themselves for his dream, but even now, Leo still had a hard time stomaching the player death below him.
Beside him, the reaper Morgana was glancing at him with a look that was mildly concerned. No doubt she could see the guilt flitting across Leo's face.
