Beneath the Mire

Where the sun don't shine, and the air is thick with despair

Deep in the heart of Abyss of the Soul, lies a world of darkness and confusion. Where the once-majestic trees now stand as twisted, gnarled fingers, reaching for the last vestiges of sunlight.

Subterranean Slog

Where the earth is dry, the rivers are few, and the only sound is the echo of one's own despairing screams.

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