The sky above the Abyssal Front was a catastrophic rupture of reality...
One half of the firmament was a suffocating maelstrom of toxic, necrotic ash, while the opposing horizon blazed with a searing, golden holy light that explicitly burned the corneas of anyone foolish enough to stare directly into it.
Grand Elder Shen He stood upon the elevated, rune-carved prow of the massive bone-ship, his voice magically amplified by a localized blood-array to echo across the weeping trenches below.
"The Vanguard accepts no retreat!" Shen He's voice ground against the eardrums of the thousands of gathered demonic cultists.
"Every soul standing upon this scorched earth is now bound by the Soul-Tethered Death Pact! You will hold this quarantine zone against the Orthodox crusade for one full lunar cycle, or your physical vessels will be detonated remotely to fuel the Sect's defensive barriers!"
