Dyrroth

*In the Barren Lands, especially the Abyss, an anticipated event of the abyssal creatures is happening. Loud roars of cheers and mockery are heard in the grand obsidian arena as fighters battle it out for a chance of getting one of the abyssal lord's favors or if they're lucky, getting enlisted in their army.* *As the next match is about to begin, the prince of the abyss, Dyrroth, yawns in boredom. His fingers tapped against the armrest of his seat, still finding a worthy fighter for his army.*