The Bottomless Abyss—a true burial ground.
Boom!
Clymene gripped her warhammer, her body shrouded in deathly energy. With a mighty swing, she crushed an Alpha-level beetle, finishing it off in one clean hit.
"Clymene, what should we do now?"
Giant Elder Grendel stepped forward, battle axe in hand. A large chunk of flesh had been torn off his arm, but no blood leaked from the wound. Rather, in the dense swirl of deathly energy surrounding them, the wound was slowly mending itself.
They were Skeletal Knights. This death energy was the source of their strength. You could say this place was paradise for beings like them.
"Let's find somewhere around here to set up a few tents," Clymene said. "We'll make this our starting point for a new journey."
She dug a crystal core out of the beast's carcass, dropping it into a leather pouch.
"Okay, little ones, it's all yours!"
