Monarch

The air shimmered, a distortion in the fabric of reality itself. Riven stepped through the crack in the air, a swirling vortex of emerald and sapphire, leaving behind the familiar world and entering the Unnamed Sea. This realm was a desolate expanse of churning grey waters, under a sky the color of bruised plums. In the distance, a colossal tower of obsidian pierced the oppressive gloom, its base shrouded in a field of crimson roses, their thorns dripping with a dark violet mist.