Maybe I had heard whispers about the Undercity before, tucked between tales shared by careless mouths, but if I had, I never stored them in my heart. I never thought those details mattered to me.
That's why, when I stood atop the tower that connected the hidden world of the Undercity to the lands above, I couldn't have imagined what waited beyond it.
Cold wind sliced across my face as I stepped closer to the edge.
The lands stretched before me, barren and endless, a canvas of snow and pale stone. Trees stood like skeletons, bark brittle and blackened, stripped of life as though the seasons themselves had abandoned them.
No birds stirred. No tracks marred the frost.
It was desolation.
The starkness made me realize how peculiar the Undercity truly was.
