"This is horrible..." Olivia commentated with a saddened tone as she watched the condition of the planet, Ectarion.
The demons, with their humanoid forms twisted by the feral characteristics of demons, appear to be grotesque caricatures of humanity.
They teem across the Ectarion's surface, their hellish silhouette distorting the crimson glow of the Ectarion's ever-present twilight.
Every source of purity in this desolate world was a target for their gnawing hunger, the only anchor to their fleeting sanity.
Once pristine lakes and rivers had been drained of their lucidity, the water was now tainted and murky.
The flora of Ectarion had not been spared, either. Where verdant forests and sprawling meadows once thrived, there were now only skeletal remains. Trees, stripped of their lush leaves and vitality, stood like ashen monuments to a world that once was.
