"Release Incomplete World."
The instant his words fell, the air stilled and color started to drain from the world. The violent sounds of energy clashing and the ground breaking disappeared, replaced by utter silence.
Grayish-black energy surged out of Lucius' body with utmost quietness and altered the world around him.
The sky above his head shed its colors, turning monochrome. Dark grey clouds appeared out of thin air and sparsely decorated its ashen stretch.
The ground beneath his feet dried and cracked, forming small gorges. Out of these gorges, a crimson liquid slowly bubbled up and tranquily filled the surface. A bloody scent pervaded the air, draining its trespassers of strength and will.
Endless mountains built from millions of boney corpses stretched as far as the eye could see and in the horizon beyond their reach, sat a sea of red.
The World of Death, in all its partial, incomplete glory appeared before the eyes of the two Magi.