A foul, sickly green fog erupted from the dark parapets of Wall Number One.
It was the Starvation-Miasma Cloud. The toxic vapor rolled across the dark void like a churning wave of rotting swamp water, smelling of spoiled meat, sour grain, and rusted iron. Wherever the green mist passed, the floating cosmic dust turned to ash and dissolved into black slag.
Above the wall, a massive demonic projection coalesced within the crackling red lightning.
It was the Plunder-Heaven Culinary Demon-God. He possessed a Goodness score of negative eighty-one. The creature stood thirty miles tall, with four scaly, muscular arms gripping jagged bone cleavers forged from the ribcages of starved astral dragons. His belly hung down like a swollen, rotten leather sack, and thick black bile dripped from his yellow tusks.
“Fools!” the Demon-God bellowed, his voice echoing through the cosmic void like scraping rusty blades against a tombstone. “You bring an armada of mortals to the gates of eternity, led by an old woman holding a wooden spoon?! For five million years, the Heavenly Plunder Bank has held the cosmic grain monopoly! Whenever a civilization refused our interest rates, I unleashed this very cloud! I have starved ten thousand star-empires into cannibalism!”
