When he stepped through the Portal, Zich found himself in a vast space.
In this space, pillars of black stone rose toward a ceiling lost in darkness. The walls were lined with ancient carvings. Braziers filled with pale blue flame lined the path ahead, casting everything in an eerie, shifting glow.
And in that glow, there were skeletons.
Dozens of them.
They stood scattered across the chamber floor, motionless, their empty eye sockets staring at nothing. Some were little more than scattered piles of bones. Others were intact, holding rusted weapons or cracked shields. Their forms ranged from humanoid to monstrous, things with too many arms, too many ribs, too many joints bending in directions that should not have been possible.
Bone Crawlers. Skeletal Warriors. Skeletal Hounds.
To others they were hideous, but to Zich... they were beautiful.
"Now this is what I'm talking about," Zich said quietly, a grin spreading across his face.
