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... blood-forged dawn during the Sundering Epoch, it has rippled outward, an expanding wound in reality.
Those who call it a realm of nightmare or poison gain only half the truth: it is a living grave of sin, a playground for beings whose principles predate mortal gods.
Within its shifting scarred plains and razor-silence chasms, the air itself is lethal—and death is neither hope nor fear, but inevitability.
Below a sky the color of bruised wounds, the Hellscape’s map dissol ...
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