In the heart of a blighted land, where shadows stretch longer than memory and th

In the heart of a blighted land, where shadows stretch longer than memory and the earth bleeds underfoot, the Forsaken Dominion stands. A fortress of stone and despair, its blackened spires pierce the skies like the jagged teeth of some ancient beast. Here, beneath a sky forever choked with storm and fire, an army of crimson devils marches, their eyes alight with a cruel, unholy flame. They command the chains, dark tendrils that erupt from the very bones of the earth, seeking out and ensnaring those who dare defy the Dominion’s will. The wails of the captured echo through the desolation, a haunting hymn to the unseen horrors that lie in wait. This is the place where hope is buried, and where even the heavens fear to tread.