The blackened scar in Limbo pulsed like an infected wound that was on the verge of explosion as the unholy labors of the six corrupted Ancient Primordials continued.
Even without their presence, the creation and expansion of their unholy armies continued without ceasing, as the scar, the location of their cursed birthplace, was filled with the Wills of all the Ancient Primordials, and these creatures were born knowing nothing but pain and death and the desire to inflict that pain on all life.
The problem was that at this point in time, Existence was seemingly empty, and the only place in it that was filled with life was the Origin Realms.
And in the minds of these foul creatures, the Origin Realms blazed like the sun, and they could feel its light stabbing into their senses like a hot knife drilling into the brain, causing them anguish, anger, and a profound desire to consume that light.
