He mused over the thought for a moment before discarding it. Something about this… wasn't right.
As his soul hovered in the empty expanse, he could see a sea of corpses stretching into infinity.
He didn't have time to observe it fully before his vision shifted again. This time, he stood in an open wasteland.
The ground was littered with bones. Standing atop them was a great army of demons and all sorts of abominations.
The only strange thing was the figure standing before them. At first glance, it appeared to be a human clad in a dark robe.
Then the figure slowly stood. Instantly, its aura exploded outward as a sea of crimson energy tore forth, crushing every monster to its knees.
Looking closer, Ulric saw looks of pure reverence in their eyes as they knelt before the dark-robed figure.
From the figure's back, a pair of blood-red wings tore free, extending to monstrous lengths.
