Darkness surrounded everything, the only source of light was the black hole which loomed over the horizon.
It never changed, never moved…just stayed there ever imposing as if it signified the end. Xior had once followed the black hole in the Abyss.
He thought that he might get back if he did, but even after chasing it for a year it always felt distant.
At the edge stood a palace, gothic in style with tall towers carved from black stone and looked as if darkness had encompassed them.
Inside that palace, in its deepest vast chamber a man was kneeling in darkness, his head almost touching the floor.
The vast chamber which was only lit by candlebars of black iron, it had velvet curtains which faded nearly to brown. A fire burned in the hearth made up of black marble
But even the flame gave no warmth, only a long dark shadow.
