The broken stone archways and crumbling ruins above allow small rays of light to filter down into the decrepit subterranean waterways below. Foreign plants and trees can be found down here, their spindly blackened elongated branches and spurs reaching out towards the heavens as if trying to escape their own hell.
Bones and debris litter the grounds and the stench of death pervades the air. The waters continue to erode what has been left of this dungeon, slowing winding their way through the solid stone and a large chest sits atop a small embankment. Perhaps a remnant left over from when the original residents of this place we’re forced to flee.