Titanion Realm. The Floating Continent.
The night was filled with the endless, overlapping chittering of insectoids, completely masking the muffled sounds of shifting earth deep underground. In the pitch-black heart of an eerily silent, lightless forest, the foul stench of death and the Abyss began to seep up through the soil.
Crack. Snap. One by one, skeletal hands clawed their way out of the dirt. A thick, unnatural fog of necrotic energy rapidly flooded the woods. As if spooked by a sudden, lethal predator, the chaotic chittering of the nearby insectoids rapidly retreated until the forest fell into absolute, deathly silence.
"Mmm... a familiar, yet entirely foreign environment."
"There's a scent in the air that simply doesn't exist in my memories."
