The Abyss is a black, lawless land.
There exist no meaningful prayers to be said, and no modicum of comforts or accommodations for those that dwell there.
The abyss walkers know only the fight, and they spend their entire existence in constant combat and struggle with each other to survive.
Day in, and day out.
There exist only one structure within the entire domain; no matter how far and wide that one might look.
A single spiraling cathedral that twists into the sky and pierces it like a corroded needle.
All abyss dwellers, no matter how feral, know to stay away from this place.
This is where their ruler dwells.
Right now, Yaldabaoth sits upon his throne, completely shirtless and seemingly in a vulnerable position.
Behind him, one of his seven generals, Kaliah, tends to the unhealed wounds on his back.
