The Blackening
The vast black nothingness that surrounds the lands. No one who has ever entered the vast expanse has ever returned. Most of the time the edges of the blackening are surrounded with roiling storms.
The air changes… you can feel it. A dry, acrid taste, like burnt metal and ozone. That's when you know it's coming. The wind picks up, not a natural wind, but something… angry. Then you see it – the sky boils, the clouds twist into monstrous shapes, and a sickly green light flickers within. That's no ordinary storm. That's dragon's breath. And when it hits… well, there's nothing left. Just ash and silence.
Alternative Name(s)
The Black
Type
Black Hole
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