Creatures of Evil

Corrick put a hand on his shoulder, pointing into the wind. Rallen
turned and gasped, clutching at the parapet for support. Less than a league
away, the grassy plains disappeared, replaced by a rolling sea of black cloud.
A fresh and jagged scar of earth was all that marked the end of one realm
and the beginning of another.
‘Lorenthia is gone,’ whispered Corrick. ‘The Shadow Deep has
swallowed it whole.’