The calm, rolling hills of the Outer Frontier lay vast and uninhabited, plants growing wild and unkempt. The fields were silent–not even the occasional cicada cry or buzz of insects, or chirping of birds like one might hear in the Inner Frontier.
The only noise heard that day was a figure moving through the grass, the plants wilting as they stepped on them and left behind a trail of blackened sage in their wake, black tendrils of miasmic magic snaking up from the fallen plants.
As they neared the top of a rather steep hill, their pace slowed to a stop, a gentle breeze ruffling their dark hair that fell above their left eye. His right eye scanned the surroundings, before locking onto a structure in the distance, his body adjusting to position himself towards it.
Raising his arms, he cradled the structure–a large, looming castle with bright, white walls and rich, red roofing–before pretending to crush it in his hands.
A mask affixed to the bottom half of his face caused his voice to reverberate, as he whispered a small promise… and threat.
"I'm coming for you."