Ninth Outerlayer, Deathlands

Shadows loomed over the horizon of the Ninth Outerlayer, its ethereal landscape painted in hues of ashen gray and deep crimson. This was the Deathlands—a world unfit for mortal souls. Most who dared to cross its threshold met swift annihilation, their spirits devoured by the wraiths that roamed endlessly. Yet, Albrecht Stein stood on the precipice of this forsaken realm, unshaken and prepared.

Those who gazed upon the Ninth Outerlayer from afar whispered its horrors in hushed tones, but Albrecht's confidence came from knowledge others lacked. He knew what awaited him: the Orb of Life, a relic of immeasurable power. Its acquisition, however, demanded a toll that few could pay—a hundred thousand wraiths had to fall to summon it.