After a long journey on his golden throne, Kent reached the center of the dark sea.
Kent stood at the base of the abyssal mountain, the very heart of the crimson sea of death. The waves churned violently around him, bubbling with toxic energy that glowed like molten lava. The ominous aura of the Twilight Poison of the 1,000 Hoods loomed over everything like a suffocating cloud.
The abyssal mountain itself stood out of the dark sea like the spine of some ancient beast, its surface jagged and blackened, radiating heat and danger. At its base, the poison oozed relentlessly from cracks in the stone, spreading its deathly red hue far and wide.
Kent, unaffected by the poison due to his mastery of the Poison Tome, climbed the treacherous mountain with deliberate steps. His every movement was measured, his thoughts sharp as a blade.
