___ Dark Continent ___
The world was dark and lifeless.
There was no sun in its skies, no moon to illuminate the endless wilderness, and no stars to offer guidance to those unfortunate enough to wander into this forgotten realm. Instead, an enormous storm of darkness revolved endlessly above the continent, its swirling mass occasionally parting to reveal a black sun suspended in the heavens.
It was an unsettling sight.
The air was thick with death miasma, accumulated over countless millennia from the remains of powerful beings who had perished within this realm. Their resentment, hatred and lingering energies had seeped into the environment, turning the very atmosphere into something hostile to ordinary life.
The ground was stained red.
