In a world shadowed by death, the silent realms await, home to the undead and the Grim Reaper's sanctuary. As long as death's presence endures, the great Undead Queen will return.
The ground around Alex turned a desolate gray, vegetation withered, stones crumbled into dust, and the air filled with a dry, metallic scent. In areas shrouded by darkness, objects that couldn't be corroded ignited with black flames.
Within Alex's domain stood a dead tree. Instead of burning, it underwent a transformation. The tree was imbued with a soul, its branches twisted, roots pulled from the ground, and a ghostly face formed on its trunk, eerie and sinister.
This was a new undead, transformed by Alex's domain, which combined all her undead magics—curse, plague, dark, summoning, and alchemy.
The Death Domain repelled all living things, resembling a hellish landscape.
Count Nocturne and the werewolf were within Alex's Death Domain, feeling their healing abilities significantly reduced.
The mage, at a distance, was horrified by Alex's domain. This was unlike anything recorded in the association's magic books, utterly bewildering.