A miasma of rot hangs heavy in the void, thick with the stench of annihilation. The wind, a putrid serpent, coils around the mangled corpses, tearing flesh from bone. The remains gleam like trinkets in the morbid light. A symphony of wails echoes through the valley, a chorus of agony as the entrails are devoured by the vortex of oblivion. Which is… Read More