Kapitel 322: The Primordial

"It's all gone…" Davos said, shrouded by waves of sand cascading beneath the endless night. Dunes rustled, forming large canyons forged of sand that seemed nearly endless, propelled by Dead Laws that altered the state of reality. Ensuring no life could exist within this desert biome. 

He didn't recognize the land anymore. It had all been claimed beneath another king after his defeat by the hands of one of the Monarchs of Hell. His land was conquered, the men, woman, and children he'd once reared perhaps torn asunder by some unknown lord, only to meet his end by another. 

His world was no longer the bright heavenly realm he had spent nearly a chaos cycle molding from nothing but a dust-filled dune in which nothing could exist. 

"The Strong Eat The Weak," he muttered, closing his eyes, burdened by sorrow that echoed from his depths. He sighed. "If a land cannot survive without its king, does it deserve to survive?"