Abaddon

It was exactly a week since the Fourth Woe had started and things looked more bleak than they had ever looked.

The Woe was coming to an end and with it the blanket of darkness that had covered the land.

The earth began to rumble, and the skies turned ashen black. A wave of heat slowly rose from all the corners of civilization... Felt by every single survivor of the woes.

Something was coming...

Something big.

A certain stench emerged, almost like a mix of rotting eggs, decaying flesh, and maggot-ridden feces. It came from a gaping hole that had formed on the ground.

The hole only kept getting wider as the smell became even more intense and unbearable.

Then—

"SKIIIIAAAAKKK!!!"

—Certain 'things' began to emerge from the fiery, but disgustingly dark depths.

Creatures akin to giant locusts rose from the swirling hole on the ground, each of them at east three meters tall.