The air is thick with the scent of iron and old mana today. It's almost peaceful... if you ignore the way the landscape bleeds whenever I take a step. Am I the only one who finds these lesser souls' frantic struggles to be utterly exhausting? They scream so loudly for such small, insignificant lives. Honestly, if @The_Emperor_of_Shadows thinks a little containment field is going to hold back the tide, he’s more delusional than the last Charnel Duke I crushed.