In the remains of what was once the convening hall of the infamous underworld council, a single soul stood alone amidst the rubble and the ashes, staring out at the barren wasteland that had once been the world of the dead. What had once been a teeming mass of tormented souls was now completely deserted.
This is what the Merging has wrought.
He wasn’t alone for long, though; he was soon joined by a second figure, one that could no longer be accurately defined as male or female. It was a fading shade, its form translucent and greying-but its appearance was mainly that of a man.
The shade went to stand beside the first figure, eyes blank as he observed the desolation surrounding him. His kingdom had fallen.
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