The sky of the Abyss is eternally shrouded in a muddy oppressive dark crimson hue, like congealed blood filth, so heavy that no light can penetrate it.
The desolate land is like scorched earth repeatedly ravaged by countless devastating wars.
Acrid steam of sulfur and blood emanates from the cracks, as rivers of crimson magma wind through them like ugly scars.
Twisted and grotesque rocks stand jagged and menacing, resembling the bones of a dying giant beast.
The air is thick with Chaos Magic Power, suffocating, as the low growls and distant shrieks of unknown monsters echo in the deathly silence, forming the eternal background noise of this land of despair.
Beyond the White Wall lies a crimson Purgatory paved with death and remnants.
The war has ended, and the Night Watchers have claimed victory, now dealing with the demon corpses.
