Library

Here are the ruins of a forgotten temple. The huge pillars supporting the dome are covered with moss flowing with dark green mucus. The air is filled with the sweet stench of thousands of years of dissolved corpses. The cold stone tablet is engraved with the eternal law: all those who fall are "sacrifice" and "firewood". The only way to survive is to absorb the "source" from killing and devouring, and to temper your will on the edge of madness. The flesh and blood of the weak return to the mud, and their souls feed in the abyss; those who struggle may glimpse the cracks on the way home, or... Ascend to the pulsating dark green throne full of inhuman veins?