6 months ago The Landscape of the Ebon Pyre The Ebon Pyre itself is not a simple ruin—it is a living inferno, a realm where embers never fully extinguish and the ashes of failed ascensions linger in the air like spectral echoes. Time seems warped here, with fragments of the past replaying in flickering firelight, revealing glimpses of immortals who were consumed by the process. Sky: A void-choked expanse, with distant bursts of ember storms, cascading like dying stars. Ground: Cracked obsidian veins pulse with heatless flame, remnants of attempts to bind souls to transcendence. Structures: Jagged spires of blackened stone, some half-melted, others contorted into unnatural shapes as if resisting their own history. The Forge Entrance: A colossal iron gateway, its surface scarred with failed inscriptions—runes that never achieved their purpose. SupremeMaster 0 43
