The sun fell on the eastern wilderness, yet the calmness promised by the night never settled. Under the bright moon, terrifying roars and agonising howls disturbed the natural landscape.
Each time space trembled, colossal creatures collapsed. Trolls and wyverns lay bisected in bloody rivers so thick that the moon seemed to take a scarlet hue. Even the wilderness overlord didn't escape the calamity befalling the region.
In his ancient castle, built atop the tallest hill and surrounded by an expanse of cracked rocks from which burning gases swirled as if the earth itself breathed, he frowned on his throne.
Alabaster skulls formed the giant armrests he clutched like mere apples. A hulking creature's spine made for the back, hidden behind his protruding chest muscles.
