The world around Winter twisted and convulsed as she drifted through the endless void of nightmares. The echoes of ancient screams clawed at her mind, dragging her deeper into the shifting horrors of the War of the Fallen. Every step she took reshaped the landscape, forcing her to witness the agony of divine battles long past.
'This is their nightmares,' She thought as she stared at the twisted figures with pity while passing through. 'What's the point of putting them through this?'
Spectral figures clashed with long-forgotten Gods and heroes before her. Gods of forgotten pantheons were impaled upon spears of writhing shadow as golden motes burst forth like stardust. If the sight wasn't so horrifying, it would almost be beautiful.
