On the scorched earth, golden-red lava crisscrossed, forming a black mist with toxic gases that mortal things couldn't possibly inhale. The land, devoid of life, drifted with death.
In this domain, now a ghostly netherworld, there were terrifyingly twisted human corpses everywhere, melded with solidified magma, locked in their most agonizing poses from life.
Yet, not all creatures in this desolate land had perished; life still persisted amidst death.
Crash!
A somewhat hunched and charred corpse was pushed aside as a pale-skinned giant emerged from the sandy soil below, standing bewildered before surveying the silent land around him.
"How could this happen?" Nordan roared in despair. He didn't understand why his tribe had been annihilated in an instant, why the place he had grown up had become a wasteland.
He still remembered the pride he felt returning from an alien camp with his kin, Huishi, receiving the usual admiring gazes from countless tribespeople.