Deep beneath the black sky of the Nightmare Realm, the battlefield had become a place of endless ruin.
Cain stood upon one of the massive branches of the Devouring Blood Tree, looking down at the destruction with bright crimson eyes. His long vampire coat moved slowly in the heavy air while the violent aura around him continued to pulse like a living storm.
Below him the ground was covered with torn bodies.
Some still twitched.
Most did not move at all.
The Emperor powerhouses who had tried to flee were still running across the shattered land, but the blood tentacles of the Devouring Blood Tree chased them relentlessly. Those massive tendrils burst from the soil like spears, coiled around fleeing warriors, and dragged them screaming toward the tree.
Cain watched it all with a calm smile.
Then he turned his gaze toward the enormous trunk behind him.
"Woah," he said softly.
The Devouring Blood Tree had begun to change.
