Location: Supply lines near Vor'anthel
Date/Time: 8 Emberrise, 9939 AZI
Realm: Demon Realm
The world had been grey for so long that Sethrak had stopped remembering it was supposed to be otherwise.
Not metaphorically. Not poetically. Grey. The demon realm's eternal twilight — which other demons described in purples and deep silvers and the warm amber of Vor'lumen blooms — was shades of ash to him. Had been for millennia. The twin moons were pale smudges. The desert was a gradient from light nothing to dark nothing. Morvain's hair, Korvash's, Thalos's — identical dull tones, distinguishable only by texture and length. He knew, in the abstract way a blind man knew the sky was blue, that color existed. He simply couldn't access it anymore. The Vor'kesh took everything eventually. Emotions first, then joy, then meaning, then color itself — as if the world was slowly agreeing with the vine that there was no point showing beauty to a man who could no longer feel it.
