Nimrod pressed onward until he reached a polar ice-cap world resembling Terra. Activating Aetheric Sight, he gazed at the distant Amon Ni-Shak Khaelis.
The terrifying black sun at the heart of the Eye of Terror hung over the city as though it could swallow it whole in a single bite.
A hazy mist spread through the air, while strange colors swirled across the murky sky.
Deep, somber firelight reflected off a pus-yellow vault covered in purplish-red bruises.
A sickly green glow lazily illuminated the entire tomb-like city, shimmering with the diseased froth of vomit.
The several-hundred-meter-high city walls were smooth and flawless, like meticulously polished facets of a gemstone.
The shadow avatar strode forward, Telekinesis surging from beneath its feet.
It leaped into the air, its combat boots slamming against the winding, undulating wall.
The soft sighs abruptly grew louder, and an irritating pressure stubbornly tugged at its thoughts.
Nimrod did not slow. Leaf-shaped domes etched with grooves pierced through the mist.
Shadows flowed outward, spreading toward the Underworld Gate.
Every statue was smaller than the despisers, yet none lacked an oppressive sense of power.
Spikes beneath their shoulders spread like wings, releasing dazzling energy.
One furious and terrified soul after another.
The palace's naturally grown organic crystal clusters gathered together, their growth accelerating madly.
The shadow avatar rapidly became indistinct, until it was completely ethereal.
Wing-like spines spread from its shoulders, while gleaming gemstones flashed at the center of their elongated helmets.
The wails suddenly rose in pitch as tens of thousands of luminous smoke columns erupted.
Nimrod glanced at the two Titan-like crystal statues standing at the entrance, his white eyes shifting.
Their limbs were slender, carved from translucent crystal.
Otherwise, this avatar would likely be unable to retrieve the Underworld Gate. The main body would have to