Knull had never known peace.
Its skies had always churned like a wound that refused to close. Black rivers flowed uphill.
Mountains crawled across the horizon over centuries, dragging entire forests of bone with them.
Countless creatures hunted and devoured one another beneath a ceiling of living darkness.
That was normal.
The screams were normal.
The blood was normal.
The endless hunger was normal.
But today, something was wrong.
A massive creature which could easily shatter cities and flatten human towns, staggered through a valley of shattered skulls. Half its body had been ripped away during a territorial battle days ago.
It should have regenerated.
It didn't.
The wound remained open.
The creature collapsed, clawing at the ground as panic overtook its instincts.
For the first time in its existence, it felt death approaching.
The absolute end.
Not the familiar cycle.
Not the temporary end that would drag it back into existence days later.
The creature shrieked.
