The main body of the Endless Abyss slowly descended into this secret world, pressing against it like a black star blotting out all light. Its corrupting pull, like the gravity of a black hole, began to drag every corner of the realm downward into the lower dimension where the Abyss itself existed.
The fertile soil that had once carried life and harvest was crushed beneath the demons' iron hooves, trampled into foul, rotting earth. The calm oceans frothed into pits of sludge, their waves turning to a stinking mire that bubbled with decay, and even the air could no longer be breathed without disgust.
Worse still was the corruption of hearts. Entire races, once proud and defiant, had bent before the shadow of despair long before the Endless Abyss arrived in full. They had abandoned their gods, betrayed their kings, and thrown away their honor, becoming slaves to demons and hounds of corruption.
This was no longer a world in struggle. This was a world that had fallen.
