Falacio was once a prosperous kingdom, yet it was currently falling into ruins. The cannons from the castle were shooting from everywhere, destroying everything that it could reach. Neighboring cities started to do what the capitol was doing too, they were all killing their own people.
The chaos and destruction that Damon ensued to his kingdom had grown into a dark energy. Misery, hopeless, and despair filled the lands like a black mist.
The mist collected the souls of the people, sucking them in like a vacuum. The destruction reached further than the city, but the king was unaware of it all. He was already under the trance and there was no way for him to escape that.
"It's time," the witch said and laughed. "For the final touch."
There was a bright purplish black light on the witch's hand. She raised both of them and then spiraled them in the air, creating a giant skull mark right in front of her.
