The Golden Crucible's Maze City

In a damp, gloomy dungeon, the narrow, sealed cell door has gaps too small for even an arm to fit through. The towering walls all around are mottled and stained, exuding an atmosphere of terror and despair without restraint. It seeps into every limb, making you feel as if a thread above your head is tugging at a nerve on the verge of snapping.