The Entrails Devoured by Putrid Winds
A miasma of corruption hangs heavy in the air, thick with the stench of annihilation. The wind, a chilling serpent, coils around the mangled corpses, shredding flesh from bone. The skeletons gleam like pearls in the morbid twilight. A symphony of groans echoes through the depths, a chorus of agony as the innards are devoured by the whirlwind of obl