An Idea

The wind howled through the broken wastelands, dry and hollow, like the breath of a dead god exhaled across a silent, shattered land.

Clyde walked alone through the bones of the ruined world, his sword dripping with the ichor of the last monster he had killed. Its body barely recognizable now after he cut it countless times. The monster twitched in its final death behind him.

He moved calmly while his eyes scanning the horizon not for enemies – these monsters were not in his level now – but for the next Exp source.

Ash blew around his boots and black clouds hung motionless overhead around the huge crack in the sky.

There was no sun here. Only endless dusk and the occasional shriek of something vile in the distance.

Clyde paid it no mind for now. Later he will go there and meee them.

He was unaware of what had just risen from the Underworld realm. Oblivious to the shudder that passed through existence when Hades broke his ancient oath.