Far beyond the tranquil realms where Maven prepared for her next trial, deep in the untamed wilderness of Morphantasia, a different kind of preparation was taking place—one shrouded in malice and dark intent. In a forgotten corner of the elemental planes, hidden from the prying eyes of gods and mortals alike, a meeting was about to commence.
The location of this gathering was a desolate wasteland, where the very fabric of reality seemed to buckle and warp under the oppressive weight of chaotic energies. The ground beneath this forsaken place was a patchwork of cracked earth, molten rock, and jagged ice, an unnatural landscape that bore the marks of the elements themselves.