It was madness, a pure, unrelenting chaos that defied all sense and reason.
The entire expanse of Helheim, once a cold and silent realm of the dead, was now drowned beneath an ocean of writhing horror.
The sky itself seemed to bleed darkness as countless abominations poured from the fissures beyond the shattered barrier, their forms grotesque and nightmarish—black, infant-shaped monstrosities with pale, swollen bellies, eyeless faces covered instead with countless gaping mouths and unblinking eyes that rolled and blinked in every direction.
Their cries were not of rage, nor hunger, but of mindless, maddening existence, a shriek that clawed into the souls of those who heard it.
They came like waves, no, like a sea of despair itself, crashing upon the land of the dead, devouring everything in their path, leaving behind only black sludge and the echo of torment.
