On one side in the cold underground channels of the Abyss were strewn bodies. Heads gone. Limbs missing. Orifices forcefully excavated for whatever purpose.
Their black blood stained the floor with thick ichor. A forbidden substance that was already forming a pool beneath their bodies.
It flowed through tiny varices within the encampment of stone and rocks, channelling through tall mountains and reaching beyond.
It was in one of the said beyond, where the horde of Null Creatures had charged from that these streams somehow ended up pooling.
Joining a black stream that stretched in a straight line. A jagged scar on the uneven plains of the darkness.
Surrounding it, three figures stood apart.
Eyes focused on the horizon where the loud explosions could be heard with the cataclysmic sound of battle.
One of these figures was a plain white being. Lean and tall, reaching nearly eight feet in height with a barely flesh-covered body.
