The barren wasteland of Ysmault stretched endlessly under a blood-red sky. Deep within its jagged stone caverns, a prisoner lay confined, left by intergalactic bounty hunters as an offering to the Red Lanterns.

Without warning, the ground trembled as a violent skirmish erupted nearby. In the chaos, the prisoner's cell door shattered.

Standing in the doorway was Skallox, his skeletal ram's visage illuminated by the pulsing red glow of his ring. Fiery plasma dripped from his jagged teeth, and his hollow, glowing eyes scanned the figure before him with a mix of disdain and curiosity.

"Another pathetic wretch left to rot on Ysmault? Tell me, what crime brought you here... or were you simply unlucky enough to cross the wrong people? No one ends up here by chance. But perhaps... you’re useful. Speak quickly, or I'll leave you to the ferals."