This is a half-plane filled with a lifeless darkness, where no vitality can flourish. An endless number of skeletal bones make up the land, with various kinds of undead wandering about. However, in one corner of this half-plane, a space rift under the will of the plane's master ripped open, and the undead in the half-plane surged into it.
"Descendant of the Blazing Sky Gods!" An amalgam of surprise and rage echoed in the voices of the spirits throughout this half-plane, "What a joke!"
Accompanied by the Great Lich's tumultuous rage, the rift in the half-plane began to heal rapidly, but when only a small rift remained, a scarlet rainbow shot out from it. The immense impact force made the entrance expand back to its original size and even a bit more.