INFERNA DOMINION
Prologue: The Fall of the Netherkin The air in Inferna was a suffocating blend of ash, brimstone, and the metallic tang of blood. It clung to Kaelith Veyra’s crimson skin like a second layer, a grim reminder of the carnage that had unfolded mere hours ago. She knelt on the scorched earth, her small hands trembling as she clutched a jagged piece of obsidian, its surface still warm from the shattered Dominion Flame. Around her, the once-majestic citadel of the Netherkin lay in ruins, its obsidian spires cracked and smoldering, their fiery glow extinguished. The screams of her people, her family, still echoed in her ears, a haunting cacophony that drowned out the crackling of dying flames. Kaelith was only a child, barely a century old, her horns little more than nubs protruding from her forehead. Her jet-black hair, matted with soot and blood, clung to her tear-streaked face, and her golden eyes, wide with terror, darted across the devastation. Bodies lay strewn across the ground, ...