The Darkness was a part of the world that Zeryon had always avoided. But this time, he couldn't refuse it. His body was pulled into a portal and fell to the bottom of the deepest abyss of darkness, the Underworld where the demons lived.
His body was blown to the bottom of the valley until his body toppled and crashed into a mound of black dirt.
Zeryon groaned in pain as he tried to get up, his body aching from the impact of the fall. He looked around, trying to get his bearings, and saw that he was in the middle of a desolate valley, surrounded by jagged rocks and barren trees.
Zeryon's heart raced as he took in the surroundings. The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and smoke, and the distant sounds of screams and laughter echoed through the cavernous walls.
