Days has gone by in the land of Aetheris, yet it never stopped shaking in Endless Kingdom.
Ever since Endless had returned to his abyssal throne, withdrawing into his sanctum, the kingdom had been drowned in continuous tremors and violent quakes. The very soil of the land, the jagged mountains of obsidian, and the churning rivers of corrupted mana all screamed as if bearing witness to an unnatural birth. The skies above the Endless Kingdom, once dark but steady, had become a maelstrom of violet lightning and void-flame storms, all swirling toward the black palace where their master had locked himself away.
The Chaos Twins sat atop one of the broken pillars near the palace, their mismatched eyes gazing at the storm.
