Fugitive II
Shadows and red hues covered the endless skies, the dark clouds made it look like it was going to rain in this scorching land, but those clouds merely fell on the world producing cracks and destruction, dividing anything in their wake.
This is not Sandoria, if Constantine had been here he'd be able to know perhaps, that this is a sub-dimension.
The private realm belonging to a God, its powers unknown, but an Evil Divinity nonetheless.
*RUMBLE!*
But in the wake of this nightmare, there was sudden light.
The entire world shook upon the arrival of another entity.
!!!
"How..." A mighty voice said as among the shadows opened an eye, completely red and slit like the freshest blood, black cracks encroaching it all over its surface, its hideous look only turning eerier.
It redirected itself towards a brewing light that began as a mere root.