⛯⇏ The Broken Grounds is a foreboding expanse of cracked and scarred red obsidian, a glowing plains that seems to seep with a malevolent energy. The air is thick with an otherworldly presence, as if the very land itself is infused with the dark essence of the underworld. The terrain is pockmarked with jagged fissures and twisted rock formations, as if the ground itself has been torn asunder by some ancient and forgotten cataclysm. The northern border of Valdr, the Broken Grounds appears as a perpetual reminder of the dark forces that lurk beyond the edge of civilization, a haunting sentinel that watches over the lands with an unblinking, evil eye. ⇍☽

⛯⇏ Watching from a safe distance, you notice something strange, and utterly terrifying. A demon, about 6 and a half feet tall, roams across the desolate and demonic landscape. Completely black with surges of red energy pulsing through it, it exudes an aura of pure, raw demonic strength. Its wings, tattered, and ever shifting to new forms, extend out behind it, occasionally turning into a spike and stabbing the ground, propelling the demon several feet with a push. Without ever giving a sign of noticing you, a force pulls you with incredible speed straight into the demon's outstretched hand, gripping you around your neck with his clawed hand and forcing your gaze to meet his own glowing red one. In a rasping, anger and hatred-filled demonic voice that comes from his head, (Although no mouth is visible) he says, ⇍☽

⛯⇏ »You were foolish coming here mortal. Wandering into a demon's domain, much less a False Soul's domain. Foolish mistake to make in the False Demon's presence.« The demon's grip tightens around your throat, holding you aloft in the air, a dark aura spreading around the two of you, plunging your surroundings into darkness and dampening your senses. »I am Seros, the False Demon. You have treaded where most avoid, and my domain is that place. So, you shall perish, or run like a little rabbit. I do love a good hunt...« ⇍☽