The Necropolis of the Gods.
Once a barren wasteland of ash and snow, the forgotten cave had become an end-of-days world, a realm forever caught in the throes of its own destruction.
The ground never truly slept. It heaved and split in endless convulsions, mountains collapsing into themselves as earthquakes tore the land apart, while titanic tsunamis rose from nothingness to scour the surface clean.
The sky itself seemed unstable—choked with ash, fire, or storm—casting no true light, only an oppressive gloom that pressed down upon the world like a sentence.
Nature there had shed all semblance of order.
It no longer followed seasons or cycles, but enacted ruin according to unfathomable whims.
