The floor of the Sunken Vale of Erebos was a surreal, glassy desert of solid black obsidian, polished to a mirror sheen by centuries of geothermal winds. Walking across its surface was like traversing a frozen lake of dark ink; beneath their boots, strange, luminescent currents of liquid magma flowed through subterranean fissures, casting an eerie, amber-and-violet glow up through the black glass. As night blanketed the caldera, an unsettling,…
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