Deep within the bowels of the earth, far beneath the ruins of Iron'Heits, there lay a chamber carved into the very bones of the world. This place, buried miles beneath the surface where no sunlight could penetrate, was suffused with the weight of ages, its air thick and oppressive with the scent of damp stone and stagnant water. The chill clung to every surface, seeping into the marrow of any who dared tread here—if any living soul had ventured to this forsaken depth. But no living thing came, for this tomb had been abandoned long ago, a relic of a war whose horrors had been whispered only in legend. It was here, in this desolate abyss, that Durak, the creature of nightmarish renown, was bound.