A little over ten minutes later, the path ahead suddenly opened up.
The sprawling labyrinth of stone bridges vanished, replaced by an even deeper and more expansive canyon.
Patches of gray mist, carrying a bone-chilling cold, drifted through the canyon.
And at the far end of their view, a black hall so magnificent it defied description stood silently at the other side of the canyon.
The hall was built entirely from some unknown black stone, its overall style savage and twisted.
Countless sharp spires pointed toward the heavens, like the fangs of colossal beasts tearing at the sky.
The hall's walls were carved with countless reliefs of writhing, tormented figures, as if legions of vengeful souls were sealed within, emitting silent, agonizing wails.
The most terrifying feature was the main entrance, which faced them directly.
It had no doors, only an impossibly large, arched opening. Thick black mist roiled endlessly within, resembling a ravenous Abyssal Maw.
