Caine fell from the stars and into the skies, his bloodied body catching fire as he hurtled downward, twisting and rolling in the air as he desperately tried to regain balance.
The void above seemed endless, a dark canvas punctuated only by faint glimmers of distant light, but his descent was unrelenting.
Below stretched a vast forest, ominous in its design. The soil of this land was ashen grey, devoid of life's vibrancy.
The countless trees were pitch black, their towering trunks splintered and gnarled, crowned with sharp and deadly branches.
These branches bore emerald flames instead of leaves, flickering ominously, casting eerie shadows that danced across the forest floor.
Roaming through the vast expanse of this deathly land were skeletal creatures, their gaunt forms radiating an aura of death and carnage.
