In a distant corner of the universe lay a vast chamber steeped in an aura of dark sanctity.
Its walls stretched into an oppressive gloom that seemed to devour the flickering light.
The ceiling towered far above, and black candles lined the chamber, their flames trembling as if afraid, casting wavering shadows that fell across the floor like living things.
At the center stood an altar, its surface scarred with intricate, spiraling runes that seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy, radiating a presence that pressed against the soul.
Kneeling on a coarse mat before the altar was a being unlike any other.
Its skin was a rough, greenish hue, textured like fractured stone.
Four powerful arms sprouted from its broad frame, each ending in clawed hands that twitched with power.
Two pairs of eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, one set stacked above the other, their golden irises burning with fervent intensity.
