Raghor Bloodbrand stood at the edge of a vast crater, his massive infernal warplate radiating heat as it caught the dying embers of Tharn Karog's volcanic dusk. His crimson cape snapped behind him like a tattered banner in the sulfur laden winds. What once had been a fortified command bastion of Mar'ghor the Smoldering, one of Nurrak's fiercest and most feared Dark Sovereigns, now lay reduced to scorched ruin.
Ash coated the broken teeth of shattered watchtowers. Twisted steel, warped by unnatural heat, jutted from the blackened ground like claws. Charred banners, still marked with the sigil of Wrath, smoldered on broken poles. The stench of burned flesh and seared brimstone saturated the air, thick enough to gag lesser demons.
