In the depths of space where starlight failed to penetrate ancient shadows, a plane of existence drifted like a wound in reality itself.
Its surface was shrouded in crimson haze that carried the metallic tang of blood across dimensional barriers, while its atmosphere pulsed with energies that spoke of violence- tremendous violance!
This was not a world where life flourished.
It was a realm where power consumed itself in endless cycles of predation and renewal!
At the heart of this crimson desolation rose a mountain that defied natural formation.
Carved from crystallized blood and shaped by forces that recognized only dominion, it twisted skyward in the form of a crown…a monument to authority built from the compressed suffering of countless civilizations!
Upon its apex, inside a vessel where the metallic air grew thin enough to taste space itself, four figures had gathered in council.
