Lex watched the sky that had forsaken its usual deep, blood-colored hue for something far less sinister, yet somehow far more disquieting. A blinding, awful yellow that bled across the heavens like a wound leaking sulfur. It pulsed, not with life, but with hunger. Hunger - that was a theme that never changed in Abaddon, even if the very sky itself had already changed.
A soundless scream shattered the air. It did not echo, for it had no origin - only presence. Then, the sky cracked, unleashing even more light into Abaddon. The cracks were not accompanied by thunderous roars. Instead, a deep wailing, the kind that would grip the heart of any who heard it, rang out across the lands each time the crack spread.
