Lex watched the sky that had forsaken its usual deep, blood-colored hue for something far less sinister, yet somehow far more disquieting. A blinding, awful yellow that bled across the heavens like a wound leaking sulfur.
It pulsed, not with life, but with hunger. Hunger - that was a theme that never changed in Abaddon, even if the very sky itself had already changed.
A soundless scream shattered the air. It did not echo, for it had no origin - only presence.
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