Somewhere Near Thornshade Hamlet – An Abandoned Church
Moonlight spilled through the shattered stained-glass windows of the crumbling church, casting fractured hues over the desecrated altar. The once-sacred space was now a grotesque parody of worship — foul sigils scrawled in dried blood marred the stone walls, and the air hung heavy with a twisted, coppery stench of death and decayed mana.
Rotten pews creaked under the slightest breeze, and near the altar, a half-collapsed statue of an angel wept cracks filled with black sludge. Scattered around the chamber were bodies — lifeless, drained of color, twisted in their final moments of agony.
And yet… amidst it all, laughter echoed.
