[ For as far as the human eyes could see, there is nothing but bleakness, death, and formless bodies working tirelessly at cracking open the barren earth. Moans and cries, the sound of metal digging into the earth, and the wind blowing hollowly, fills the air. But even so, there's a certain kind of peace hanging in the air, rendering all those sounds... easily forgettable. The scene should be familiar to some, but this nightmare has bent the reality from that time, turned it darker, more hopeless. In a way, this is a promise that there is worse to come.

At the center of this landscape is a shining beacon. From the distance, he looks every bit an emissary of light. With an armor of gleaming white and blue the hue of summer skies. But if one were to come close, they'd see that his armor is covered in splotches of red and brown; blood and mud altogether. The sword he grasps in one hand, too, is covered in those. There's a flash in the distance, and the knight begins moving away. Running.

It's then that an even greater darkness eat the corner of this landscape. A deep black almost unlike anything in the world of the living, it begins as a small circle that grows then into a huge dome. It eats at everything, including the knight.

And inside this dome of blackness, there is pain. The feeling of being torn limb to limb, of tiny bits being broken slowly, or exploding, inside one's self. The feeling of your soul being forcefully torn from your body. It last for a very long time.

Time itself seems to have been lost as a concept inside this dome... ]