There was an island of red floating in the boundless starry sky.
It was huge and shaped like an upside-down cone, with a pointed end that kept dripping like a stalactite. From afar, it looked like a sharp sword that was about to tear a corner from the void.
The red island kept drifting in the void in a regular pattern.
There was a huge canyon on the island. Steep and treacherous, it looked as if someone had hacked it out with a blade. It was called the Abyss.
The Abyss had a long history, but its ending was a tragic one. After it was invaded by the Nether Prison, all its resources were looted, and countless Abyssal Demons were slain. The most common residents of today's Abyss were half-blooded Abyssal Demons, so needless to say, pure-blooded Abyssal Demons were rare to be seen.
Warships sped from all directions and floated over the island, while the air was filled with dragon roars as Abyssal Winged Dragons flapped their wings and slowly landed on the island.
