On the abyssal end of the demonic rift…
The corrupt plane was as lightless as it was vile, hordes of Variants struggling to get a chance at the rift.
Meters away from the rift, a massive field-sized ancient platform stood. Upon it were eight individuals — with only one conscious: the Lich Shaman.
The shaman stood, its bare bone jaws rattling ominously, echoing ancient chants that directed a catastrophic level of corruption to sustain the vile rift.
Suddenly, a commotion rang out from the side that caught its attention.
A massive eruption of corrupt force surged from one of the unconscious figures at its side, as the abomination opened its vengeful eyes…
If Layla were here, she would very likely recognize the coiling horror as the upgraded version of her foe — Asmodeus, the Serpent Finger.
