With Emily’s cold lifeless body in his arms, Jake began the long walk to Drakenmoor. The tumultuous sea of grief in his dark heart caused a power surge in his surroundings. Untamed abyssal energy danced around his robes. He was so overwhelmed by grief and anger; he let his power rise to its max potential. As he walked across the green plains, the grasses turned brown and lifeless. At every step, the ground beneath his feet bled into blackness. Each tree he passed shed its leaves and turned a barren brown. Every wild flower around him wilted away at his approach.
Even the blameless moon hid behind the safety of the wandering clouds as abyssal creatures began to spring forth from the dark, blood soaked earth. First came the endless horde of abyssal gladiators followed by the army of winged
