Still hidden within the layers of reality, Anark moved carefully as he approached one of the countless worlds orbiting the Tenth Empyrean World.
From what he had gathered, the Tenth Empyrean World had been seizing Seed Worlds from the World Forge—and these appeared to be their fate.
As he drew close enough to observe, Anark's eyes hardened.
The surface of the world below was completely overrun.
Hordes of Depravitas covered it in such overwhelming numbers that they nearly blanketed the landmasses. Every inch of terrain was soaked in violence. They existed in a constant state of bloodshed and massacre—killing, devouring, and tearing each other apart without rest, all driven by an instinctive hunger to grow stronger.
The sight stirred something deep within Anark.
