Salister's lair was like a chamber carved out of the very bedrock of the earth, deep within the hidden recesses of the dungeon.
The ceiling soared high above, shrouded in darkness as if it yearned to touch the heavens but was forever kept in the realm of shadows.
Massive stone columns adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of demonic rituals and ancient curses supported the weight of the world above.
The air was thick with an otherworldly chill, causing a shiver to run down the spine of anyone who dared to enter.
In the heart of this vast, dimly lit chamber stood Salister Kane, the malevolent sorcerer, garbed in robes as dark as the night itself. His eyes glowed with an unnatural crimson hue, reflecting the malevolence that resided within his very soul.
He was surrounded by a circle of eerie candles, their flickering flames casting eerie, dancing shadows upon the walls.
