The Abyss War
The sky above the last bastion of humanity was not a sky at all, but a churning sea of obsidian clouds, illuminated by the occasional, violent flash of soul-fire. We lived in the Citadel, a fortress of iron and desperation, perched on the edge of the Great Rift. Below us lay the Abyss—a dimension of pure, predatory hunger that had swallowed ninety percent of the earth's surface. I am Commander...
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