The air around the throne of Nurrak the Severed Crown shimmered with blistering heat. Magma bubbled lazily between veins of blackened rock as scorched bones jutted from the walls like ornamental tusks. The chamber throbbed with heatwaves, each gust radiating from pits of flame embedded deep into the obsidian floor. The Archdemon of Wrath sat atop a grotesque throne carved from fused skeletons and molten stone, his massive form half shrouded in rising steam. Twin horns curled from his scalp like obsidian blades, eyes glowing like magma vents, fixed in a restless glare, seething with fury and centuries of bloodlust.
Then Corvin appeared.
The air around the demon lord shimmered then split.
