The Nightmare Realm trembled under a sky that looked like torn black cloth.
Dark clouds moved slowly above the battlefield, and beneath that endless darkness stood the towering form of the Devouring Blood Tree. Its enormous trunk twisted upward like a mountain made of living flesh. Veins pulsed across its bark, thick and red like rivers of blood frozen in place. Faces formed and faded along the surface of the tree, their expressions frozen between agony and hunger, mouths open as if screaming without sound.
At the very top of the monstrous tree stood Cain.
He did not move.
His long cloak drifted in the wind that carried the scent of blood and burnt magic across the land. His crimson eyes looked down calmly at the enemies surrounding him.
They were everywhere.
