[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Deathless Fortress]
The Deathless Fortress revealed itself long before anyone reached its shadow—less a fortress and more a monument. Even at a distance, it loomed far too tall, the proportions subtly wrong in ways the mind resisted acknowledging. As the group moved closer, its impossible geometry sharpened: walls leaning inward like ribs, spires spiraling upward unevenly, and towers tapering to razor-thin points that disappeared into the gray sky.
No two parts of the fortress aligned. One segment bore arches, another angular metal plates, a third something like very old stonework yet too smooth and seamless. It felt as though generations had each added their own "layer," resulting in a contradictory structure that should have buckled under its own defiance of architectural logic—yet it stood in stubbornness.
