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The border between the Western Alliance and the Broken Rock Empire, the Wind Song Hills.
In the concealed underground ruins, the air was filled with a damp and decaying smell, along with a faint hint of blood.
The light from the torches on the walls was dim, casting flickering shadows that illuminated the spacious underground hall.
The ruins looked terrifying, with silver gleaming bones scattered everywhere, along with some rusty iron tools.
At the center of the hall, an altar made of piled bones emitted a ghostly red glow.
On the altar lay a circle of three men and four women, naked, with twisted runes drawn in fresh blood on them.
Wisps of mist floated and twisted above the corpses, like souls in agony struggling towards the skull at the center of the altar.
It seemed some mysterious ritual was underway.
On the walls hung tattered tapestries depicting the entwining of skulls and snakes, the edges moth-eaten beyond repair.
