Rainoga

Ankhwugaht, Set’s infernal domain within icy Stygia, burns with blasphemous contradiction—a scorched desert buried in the heart of a frozen hell. Here, the laws of nature bend to divine will, as relentless heat smothers a land surrounded by glacial desolation. Endless dunes of blackened, burning sand roll beneath a blood-red sky, each grain etched with the memory of Set’s dark sovereignty. At the desert’s core towers a colossal obsidian pyramid, its surface smooth and lightless, its apex lost in the haze of rising heat. Labyrinthine catacombs snake beneath the sand, serving as crypts, prisons, and temples. The air thrums with the oppressive weight of divine malice, distorting vision and thought alike. Whispers on the wind carry prayers twisted into curses, and mirages of lost souls flicker just beyond reach. In Ankhwugaht, the desert is not merely terrain—it is doctrine, punishment, and prophecy forged under the gaze of a god who thrives on suffering and shadow.

A blistering desert blazes under a blood-tinted sky, its black sands glowing with unnatural heat. A towering obsidian pyramid rises like a jagged tooth from the horizon, casting vast, warped shadows. Stone idols and crumbling columns loom half-buried in the dunes, while the air shimmers with rippling waves of furnace-like heat. Far off, glacier cliffs ring the desert in frozen mockery.