In a pitch-black realm filled with death miasma, there was no light, no sound and no time.
Only stillness and the rotting scent of eternity.
Within this endless gloom, the consciousness of Vroth, the Green Corpse Emperor, floated like a withered leaf in a bottomless swamp.
'Your loyal apostle Vroth humbly seeks your gaze, O Great God Necrothis.'
His words echoed silently in the void.
'Swiish'
In the very next breath, a sharp, searing beam of pale purple light split the darkness.
It wasn't blinding, nor warm, but chilling and gave the vibes of something ancient, and divine in its decay.
"Why have you contacted me, Vroth?"
An ancient voice that could freeze souls came from that shining light.
"Oh Great God Necrothis, my supreme master, the invasion of the Greenheart Realm is proceeding according to plan… until an unexpected variable appeared."
