The fifth reflection and the furthest from the light of the Provenance.
At the center of the crimson skies overhead and the black void beyond, shimmers a faint radiant light; rumored to be the remnant of a god whose power had long wilted away.
Since it's conception, the denizens of this dark world have never known peace; only an abyss of unending bloodshed, suffering, and stagnation.
Demons seeking to conquer all, took hold of a dark substance said to have been born of a wrathful god's hatred for the light. Utilizing it to its fullest potential, did they twist and transform the inhabitants of the light in order to increase their ranks.
In a single night, the kingdom known as "Ithulmia" had become but a distant memory, and from the ashes arose an impenetrable empire; Vaimrol.
At the heart of Vaimrol lay the Spire of the Fallen; the structure said to have acted as the key to the demon legion's power and the Corruption's source.
In Vaimrol, strength was what determined where one stood in social rankings among demons, and to gain control of the limitless power within the Spire of the Fallen; would the empire then have a new ruler.
It was not an easy task, far from it in fact. The fool who'd wish to attempt such a gamble would need to build their ranks by harnessing the souls of their opponents; proving their strength through willpower. And the demonic lords spread across Vaimrol would not bend so easily to the might of a naive fool.
A road littered with crimson flowers, tainted by ambition… who would dare walk such a path?