The ancient darkness, eternal and undying.
Thicker than ink, a demonic fog permeated this desolate land, day and night, month after month, year after year.
The three scythe-shaped purple moons grew larger and more curved.
At last—day broke.
The Nether Moon cast a purplish glow, gradually obscuring the darkness and silence.
In the desolate black desert, an abandoned castle stood forlornly, sand eroding the area, rocks weathered by the wind, the mottled marks of time vividly apparent.
In the undulating black mountain ranges, venomous centipedes climbed the cliffs, Bone Dragons soared in the sky, and one tattered corpse after another crawled out of the soil, aimlessly wandering about.
In the icy black currents, Wild Winds were chilling, torrential rain fell heavily, monsters screamed, and the dead wailed, composing symphonies of unrivaled horror.
...
This was the Ghost Lamp Abyss.
