Within the reach of its dark aura, reality itself seems to waver. On worlds that fall under its influence, time fractures, strange storms rage, and the natural order crumbles. Forests twist into lifeless wastelands, and oceans turn thick as blood, while the very air becomes tainted with an invisible miasma, a faint hum echoing the star’s distant pulsations. The Hellstar has a hunger that transcends life and death. To some, it seems sentient, as though it craves not merely souls but memories, fears, and dreams. For those who fall under its shadow, the line between the living and the dead begins to blur, leaving them as hollow shades, trapped forever within its influence.