At the edge of the sky, darkness silently writhes, devouring the earth like viscous tides.
As the last ray of diminishing sunset is entirely consumed, the curtain of night rises from the horizon, slowly closing like a rotting giant mouth.
Shadows cloak the city, climbing up the patchy walls, erasing the outlines of the ruins bit by bit.
Only the husky wails of the wind fill the ear, carrying a scent of blood past the nose, and the city beneath sinks entirely into darkness, devoid of any light.
The war is over, but a new war is about to begin.
Having led the Blood Pool Army across dimensions in conquest many times, this was the Blood King's first battle on the homeland world.
Though beneath his feet lay the same city ruins, the feelings they brought were completely different.
Gazing at the horizon, already shrouded in darkness, the Blood King murmured softly:
