Far away, a mountain of shattered black stone towered above the sea of dust like a titanic gravestone. The ground around the gravestone was littered with the bones of countless Nightmare Creatures that had perished here… the human bones were buried some distance away, protected from the elements by a barrow.
A stone colossus was kneeling on the ground, unmoving, holding its severed head gently in two titanic hands.
These were the ruins of the Crimson Spire.
Sunny — another one of his incarnations — was in the very heart of the ruins, sitting on the edge of a deep well with a thoughtful expression on his face.
At the bottom of the deep well was a vast pool of black water. Its surface was perfectly still and flat, like that of a harrowing mirror made from pure darkness. Subtle ripples spread across the surface of the imprisoned ocean of darkness from time to time, as though it was straining to spill over the edges of the pool and break free.
It was the Dark Sea.
