The gray realm no longer resembled the silent dead world I had first arrived in two days ago.
The endless plains had been shattered beyond recognition while enormous cracks stretched across the horizon in every direction. Entire sections of the pale sky remained fractured with silver-violet distortions spreading endlessly through them while storms made entirely of soul force churned violently above the broken landscape.
Mountains that had not existed before now stood half destroyed across the realm, their surfaces burning with lingering silver-violet flames that refused to extinguish even within the lifeless environment.
At the center of the devastation, I stood silently while streams of silver-violet soul force drifted naturally around my body.
