The Abyss...
The Abyss was not merely a place. It was a chasm of madness, a world where reason folded in on itself until it vanished, where sour smells mixed with animalistic screams, where bodies blended with mud, and blood became life itself. A dense, gray dust saturated with the scent of burned flesh filled the horizon, cloaking the jagged cliffs and the interwoven tunnels that resembled black intestines opened to an eternal scream.
Axel stood on the edge of one of the stone balconies, gazing downward, where his kind the Arkanis were fighting over the remains of a gelatinous creature. The body had not yet gone cold, and already one of them had sunk his fangs into the victim's neck, devouring it like a starving dog, while the others fought atop him to claim their share.
Axel sighed slowly. Nothing had changed.
