While the celestial realms trembled and the elemental planes fell silent, the shockwave of Sol's ascension did not only touch the high and mighty. It burrowed deep into the cracks of the world, into places forgotten by light and reason.
Somewhere not near, yet not entirely far… hidden within the jagged scar of a canyon… a place where the sun was choked by perpetual grey clouds… lay the Grotto of Lament.
It was a literal cathedral of death, a hollowed-out mountain belly that eternally smelled of copper, stale air, and millennia's of rot. The floor was not made of stone. It was a macabre mosaic, meticulously paved with the yellowed remains of humanity. There were the broad, cracked skulls of warriors, the fragile, paper-thin skulls of the elderly, and most chilling of all, the tiny, fist-sized skulls of infants, piled in pyramidal mounds that reached toward the dripping ceiling.
