The world was swallowed whole by an eclipse of black fire.
Hell descended, inviting the screeching Devils and {Zombies} alike into its warmth.
The black star in the sky tore open. With chaos riding in its tailcoats, the black flames that surged from its core dyed the world like boiling pitch, incinerating everything.
Urging his rotting steed forward, Obegrin held on for dear life.
They rode, untill they had outrun the tsunami of black fire.
When he looked back, Obegrin shuddered.
"By the Devil gods..."
He grimaced. Looking down, he noticed his left leg had been scorched by some of the black flames.
He had been so stuck in the awe, he had failed to realize it, completely numbed to the pain of having his leg burnt off.
With a since, he tried putting the black flames out with a stomp, but it didn't go anywhere.
