The group stood before the Ashen Waters. The Demons didn't seem that surprised most likely because they had seen it many times before, but the others were extremely curious as they looked at the River.
The Ashen Waters stretched from horizon to horizon. The river looked more like a wound carved into the land than a normal river, the entire environment was completely warped, black abyssal veins squiggling around the river.
The actual waters flowed extremely slowly, like a hungry inevitability. The water surface was a combination of death-stained grey and abyssal black, streaked with faint lines of purple corruption that pulsed like diseased veins.
The closer they reached to the waters, the atmosphere around them warped as well. The air above and around the water had perpetual mist surrounding it, making every breath taste with a faint sense of rust and burned bones.
