Beneath the lands of the Blanks, far below stone streets and quiet homes, there was a place that never slept.
The secret basement stretched deep underground, carved layer by layer with brutal precision. Thick stone walls were reinforced with runes and metal cribs. Torches burned with a dull blue flame, casting long, twisted shadows that crawled along the floor like living things.
This was not a dungeon meant for simple prisoners.
This was a prison for monsters.
Rows upon rows of iron cells lined the vast underground hall. Chains hung from the ceiling, thick as a man's arm. The air smelled of blood, sweat, rust, and something darker that clung to the lungs. Faint screams echoed constantly, never fully stopping, never fully beginning. They blended into a low, maddening hum.
Inside the cells were the worst of the worst.
