Abyssal Cultivation

The morning air was crisp, laced with the scent of freshly tilled earth and the distant crackle of cooking fires. The Shadow Kingdom's encampment, once burdened by desperation, now pulsed with new life. Warriors honed their blades with purpose, children laughed as they played—no longer weighed down by hunger—and groups of builders clustered together, murmuring about the grand vision their king had laid before them.

Riven stood at the edge of the newly cultivated field, arms crossed, silently taking it all in. It had been little more than a week since he reforged the land, and already the transformation was undeniable. Rows of darkened soil, rich with abyssal energy, stretched before him, teeming with crops that shouldn't have flourished so soon.

Yet, despite the abundance, his thoughts were elsewhere.