A yearning pit of doom. This place felt like death. Empty. Desolate. Yes, someone or something had killed everything that was good here long, long ago. Privately, she knew what it was. She could see it. She could feel it. She watched as the creatures walked around, carrying the stench of death with them.
They felt wrong.
She walked along the path of destruction, perhaps searching with her magic for something that remained in this desert of death.
Perhaps, this path would lead her to someone who remained amongst this chaos.
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A lifeless void. This place was had no life to be seen. None she could feel. All that remained of it…Lifeless World
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