From those spreading cracks came ebon flames, spewing out, blackening the night surrounding them. The cracks continued to spread, and the flames grew higher, burning with a mixture of heat and dread, both sensations washing over those nearest to the flames. They climbed skyward, a towering inferno of blackness.
Amid the flames, they could see shapes moving: empty eye sockets set in empty skulls, dozens of them, full of malice.
Death itself stared at the shinigami from those hollow sockets. The clamoring flames grew darker still, washing away all light and leaving them all in complete blackness. From that void came the mad wails of the damned, the hellish shrieks of the demons.
Even in that lightless place, they could see them: embodiments of the insanity that permeated these sands, the disembodied skulls surrounded in black flames shrieked toward the shinigami, frozen in terror and dread, feet locked down to the sand.