The Shadowlands, Oribos, the Eternal City.
This was the region where the Arbiter, the highest authority in the Shadowlands, resided.
Attendants.
Fatescribe Roh-Tahl was taking a slow, bored stroll across the terraces of Oribos when a black figure suddenly appeared before everyone in Oribos.
"Arch-deacon Denathrius?" Roh-Tahl looked at the ruler of Revendreth in surprise. Though they did not often meet, she still knew the rulers of the five great realms of the Shadowlands.
"My lord, why have you come to Oribos?"
Denathrius looked at the tranquil Oribos, a world that seemed sealed in amber, forever unchanged.
He asked, "Have you all been sitting here doing nothing? Do you not know what changes have taken place outside?"
"Ah!" Roh-Tahl was completely confused. "Yes, it is strange. Recently, no Kyrian have brought souls to Oribos. What happened outside?"
"Nothing much. Just a few outside enemies invading the Shadowlands," Arch-deacon Denathrius said lightly. "I want to see the Arbiter."
"Very well, my lord. I will take you there."
Roh-Tahl did not dare delay and led Arch-deacon Denathrius straight to the Arbiter.
In the Shadowlands, the Arbiter of Oribos was responsible for assigning souls. Just souls went to Bastion, and those who loved nature went to Ardenweald. Those who had done evil but not too deeply went to Revendreth, while brave, battle-loving souls who loved science went to Maldraxxus. Lastly, the utterly unforgivable went to The Maw.
And souls needed the Kyrian of Bastion to receive them from the mortal world into the Shadowlands.
Now the Kyrian of Bastion had already scattered and fled, so naturally no souls were entering the Shadowlands. The Arbiter's work had also gone idle.
After walking no great distance, Arch-deacon Denathrius arrived before a strange, towering being.
The strangest thing was its face. It looked like a sewer