Here is filled with decay and chaos energy, a long-forgotten yet ominous place that still nurtures destructive power.
The remnants of the Eternal Night Council utilize this ancient forbidden land as a breeding ground for conspiracy, lurking in the shadows, sinister and cunning, waiting like a prowling leopard.
They whisper prayers, sacrificing millions of innocent souls, injecting blood and souls into the decaying altar like venom.
The enormous obsidian gate on the altar slowly opens, its surface flowing with twisted and deformed runes, emitting eerie phosphorescence in the darkness.
"The Decay Gate has been activated." A council elder dressed in black-purple robes, with a haggard face yet bright eyes, murmured. He sealed with his hands, a malicious and space-distorting ominous aura emerged from his fingertips.
In the monitoring center of the Terminus Corridor, wise men and magicians of various races held their breath, staring at the data screen that fluctuated constantly.
