Deep beneath the jagged obsidian mountains of the Forbidden Veil, where sunlight had never touched and never would, lay the Eternal Hollow.
This was no mere cavern. It was a scar ripped into the fabric of the world by the raw fury of creation itself an abyss that breathed, pulsed, and remembered every sin ever committed in the name of power.
Towering stalactites hung like the fangs of some ancient, slumbering beast, slowly dripping viscous shadow essence that glowed with sickly veins of crimson and violet.
The walls throbbed with glowing runes written in a language older than the stars, each symbol beating like a dying heart.
Black mist slithered across the uneven floor in lazy, serpentine trails, carrying broken whispers of forgotten curses, betrayed oaths, and sealed prophecies that no mortal ear was meant to hear.
