Ruins of the Old Ones

As the Heroes venture into the Ruins of the Old Ones, the walls dissolve into nothingness, enveloped by the disorienting expanse of the Black Sea. Spatial awareness fades amidst the scorching flow of plasma mana through ancient stone, giving rise to formidable maws that echo the untethered potential pulsating like a monstrous heartbeat. In this place, life and decay intertwine in a death metal cacophony.