บท 302: The Kharthi Assassin

The Abyss stretched endlessly in all directions, a suffocating expanse of chaos where the concepts of the sins of gluttony, greed, lust and wrath twisted even the landscape into unnatural shapes while the residents were embodiments of this chaos.

Above, the churning sky pulsed with hues of dark crimson and black, fractured by jagged streaks of green lightning that split the air with deafening cracks in this particular world's landmass. Rivers of molten shadow carved through jagged obsidian terrain, their blackened edges steaming as searing heat met the glacial winds that howled across the desolation.

The air carried the cries of tortured slaves' souls that died miserably, their wails rising and falling like an eternal dirge that wormed into the minds of those who listened too closely.