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Flashes of light often dispersed the darkness of the battlefield, and large raging fires ate away at bits of the darkness as well. For immortals, it hardly mattered whether there was light or darkness so their battles remained uninterrupted regardless of the state.

Even so, more often than not, the Kraven would try to light up the field. The monsters thrived in darkness, so there was no reason to allow them to be at ease. Yet there was one region where the darkness was exceptionally deep. No lighting flashed, no fires blazed, nor did any enchantments illuminate that region.

In fact, even the laws of light seemed to shy away from it. The darkness was as old as the realm, as if it had seen the moment of the realms birth, and had directly battled against the bang that created the realm. It was like a living malevolence, eating away not just light, but anything that was associated with it.