The soldiers on the wall froze in disbelief.
"This… what is this?"
Even Ironfelt, whose voice rarely trembled, could not hide the unease in his chest.
Around him, dwarves and gnomes stared into the distance, their faces pale.
The land that had once been theirs, land that had grown fields of green and rivers of silver, now stretched out as a barren and twisted wasteland. In an instant, the soil had blackened, the air had thickened, and the corpses of the demons they had just slain had dissolved into nothing.
But worse than the decay was what replaced it.
Across that blackened earth, strange cocoons rose like tumors, writhing and pulsing with unholy life. They were not native to this world.
They were being transmitted, dragged through from another dimension. The crystal wall of the plane itself had been corroded, and the Endless Abyss was bleeding through.
The cocoons twitched, swelling, as something inside clawed to be born.
"Fire!"
