A dark, desolate expanse of black dunes rested under a lightless heaven, their obsidian slopes illuminated only by the distant radiance of transient essence storms. Buried in the dust, a graveyard of serpents lay like an ivory maze, its forlorn walls awash in darkness.
The silence of the dead land was suddenly broken by the sound of light footsteps. A young man with a jade face and onyx eyes was walking across the obsidian dust, his body encased in a suit of intricate black armor.
Wherever he passed, the darkness grew deeper, and the winds turned colder.
He was calm and at ease, as if walking across the pastures of his own domain instead of the desolate reaches of the Realm of Death.
And in a sense, he was.
The young man was Sunless, the Lord of Shadows… the Sovereign of Death.
Reaching the heart of the graveyard, the dreadful demigod stopped and looked down, at the badly damaged human skeleton that lay among the dead serpents, staring at the lightless sky with empty eyes.
