Home to powers beyond the comprehension of any mortal soul.įUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!Ī scorching inferno of savage fury ignited in the Slayer’s heart, overpowering his senses and filling his mind with blinding violence. The plane of existence he was present in was inconceivably more arcane. Or any physical universe, for that matter. It did not operate under the principles of his universe. The Slayer could sense the unmistakable nature of the reality he was now present in. The light that shone in this world did not illuminate, and the mountains around him were not made of a rock that appeared on any mortal world. Space and time as existed on Mars had ceased to exist. He found himself floating weightlessly in an abstract world of shadowed mountains, suspended in the midst of a sinister sanguine sky.
He wore the crown of the Night Sentinels, and those that tasted the bite of his sword named him. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him. “In the First Age, in the First Battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood.īurned by the embers of Armageddon, his soul blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond Ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment.
