A bitter wind sweeps over pitiful souls as they cry out in misery. Embers sputter and crackle, fueled by the immense heat coming from below. The sense of desolation is only broken by the bellows of distant monstrosities.
A bitter wind sweeps over pitiful souls as they cry out in misery. Embers sputter and crackle, fueled by the immense heat coming from below. The sense of desolation is only broken by the bellows of distant monstrosities.