The Ninth Realm of Hell was a stark departure from the rest of the infernal domains, cloaked entirely in impenetrable darkness. The atmosphere was chilling, oppressive, and still, devoid of the chaos that plagued the other realms.
The solitary source of light in Hell was a haunting red moon, suspended in the inky black sky, eternally fixed without even the faintest trace of motion.
Its light was eerie, casting distorted shadows across the other realms, yet it could not pierce the borders of the Ninth Realm, where darkness ruled supreme.
Within this isolated void, the scene unfolded in unsettling grandeur. Morrathis, the sovereign of this forgotten dominion, sat perched upon a fractured throne.
Though the corrupted veil—a manifestation of her divine power—was known to swirl endlessly around her like an ominous shroud, tonight it rested dormant, revealing her breathtaking form.
