The sky loomed overcast, heavy with the stifling weight of darkness that refused to let the moonlight through. Craggy spires jutted from the ground like jagged teeth, forming a grim and unwelcoming terrain. Rivers of blackened ichor wound through the land, emitting faint, eerie glows that illuminated the twisted, lifeless trees scattered around.
The oppressive air hung thick with a sulfurous tang, and the occasional wail of tortured souls echoed faintly in the distance.
This was a land forsaken-where the beings known as devils—same beings that were about to attack Petnous—roamed freely, their presence alone tainting everything in sight.
