THE VOID STARES BACK

Thou hast wandered beyond the edge of the realm. The path thou seekest was never forged — or was consumed by the darkness long ago. The abyss offers no answers here, only silence and the faint smell of sulphur.

Perhaps thou wert deceived by a false raven. Perhaps the scroll was burned before thy arrival. In any case, thou standest now in the space between worlds — and the space between worlds has teeth.

The throne remembers those who wander. Not always kindly.