The spirit realm stretched endlessly before Saguna like a nightmare made manifest.
Crystalline spires rose from a landscape of frozen mist, each one serving as a prison for dozens of chained souls. Fire-marked individuals from across the centuries hung suspended in cocoons of hardened shadow, their essence slowly draining away to feed something vast and hungry in the realm's depths.
"Sahara," Saguna called out, his corrupted vision allowing him to see the true scope of the horror. Hundreds of prisoners. Maybe thousands. "Sahara, where are you?"
His voice echoed strangely in the crystalline air, but there was no response. The nearest spire held what looked like warriors from the Ember Isles, their flame-marked skin now gray and lifeless. The next contained scholars in Academy robes, suspended like insects in amber.
