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Year 2268
Nether Realm—Outlands
The Outlands—a place where the forsaken were discarded like broken tools. A wasteland where only the desperate and the forgotten remained. Crumbling buildings stood as silent witnesses to the suffering endured here, their walls stained with the echoes of countless tragedies.
Tonight, the tragedy was fresh.
A young boy sat curled up against a shattered wall, his frail body trembling uncontrollably. His knees were drawn tightly to his chest, his arms wrapped around himself as if trying to hold in the last fragments of warmth, of life. But nothing could hold back the horrors playing in his mind.
The screams.
Agonized wails that had pierced the night, only to be silenced one by one. The wet sound of flesh being torn apart. The acrid stench of burning bodies mingling with the coppery tang of blood.
And then—nothing.
The silence of the dead. The silence of a world that had abandoned him.
