Material world.
Back on the battlefield where the Dark King and the Cult Leader had fought, a heavy and ominous silence had settled over the charred crater.
The land around it had been completely ruined. The earth was split open, blackened by fire and magic, while smoke rose endlessly in the air. In the distance, entire forests burned like giant torches, their flames spreading across the horizon.
Above, the skies churned with dark clouds. Faint thunder rumbled through the heavens as ash drifted down like snow, covering the battlefield in gray. The air itself felt heavy, as though the world had yet to recover from the clash that had taken place here.
Somewhere in the crater, dark shadows suddenly materialized on the ground. A moment later, a towering figure in black armor stepped out from it.
After exiting the portal, the lich just silently stood there and gazed at the dark skies. The pale green flames visible through the gap in the helm flickered softly.
"Indeed, what a waste…"
