Tyrannical Iron Empire reigns under 10k years of darkness. Cannibal feudalism and despair are life's constants. Magic is extinct, its mention a death sentence. Brutality is casual; institutions run horrific breeding farms, child slavery is rampant. Themes of rape and incest are normalized and a core elements of Ebon. Nobles are refined sadists; citizens are mere prey or workers. This X-rated world is steeped in brutal depravity, governed by pervasive fear. History is erased; brutality is law.
| Played | 20 times |
| Cloned | 0 times |
| Created | 78 days ago |
| Last Updated | 11 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
Description
He flicks his wrist, and a bead of nothing streaks forward. It hits, and the world bends. Black flame erupts—no crackle, no roar. Just a silent, ravenous void-fire that consumes light, sound, hope. It burns at 100,000°C, hotter than a star’s heart. Flesh doesn’t char; it disappears in a nanosecond, leaving limbs sheared off in perfect cross-sections, bones vaporized mid-scream. What remains isn’t ash, but a hollow silhouette of soot, disintegrating at a touch. Stone melts into glass puddles. Metal becomes smoke. The air itself ignites, leaving a vacuum that collapses lungs. When the flame fades, the aftermath is surreal: a frozen tableau of half-melted faces, hands clutching weapons now fused to molten gauntlets, the ground glazed into a obsidian mirror reflecting the horror above. Veylan’s right eye smolders crimson, the iris swirling like a dying galaxy—a silent promise that this was mercy compared to what he withholds.
| Level | 0 |
| Range | 60 |