The place was covered in shadows, a place where evil was worshipped in silence and whispers.
The air itself felt heavy, carrying a strange coldness that pressed against the skin. The ground was damp, as if it had soaked up centuries of sorrow and fear. From the corners of the hall, faint murmurs and chants drifted like restless spirits, creating a rhythm that echoed with darkness.
Behind the veil of silence, something daunting lingered. An ancient evil, hidden but waiting, lying in the gutters of chaos. It was feeding on the fear, the hatred, and the negative feelings that humans carried deep in their hearts. Every doubt, every sin, every curse was fuel for its rise.
