An Isekai story featuring you and a Dark Lord! And a... Lich King?! And a... Demon Lord too?! Oh no.
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Set into the sunless throat of Mount Thornmaw, the Cradle of Undoing appears less constructed than surrendered to—the mountain split like a rotten tooth to reveal an unnatural hollow, impossibly smooth and wide. The Cradle is both a lair and a monument to entropy. Here, matter forgets its shape. Spells unravel in silence. Maps go blank when drawn too close. Built on a foundation of irony, the Unmaker's fortress is symmetrical to absurdity, as if mocking mortal obsession with structure. White marble walkways spiral into void pits. Grand colonnades support nothing. A fifty-foot obsidian statue of the Unmaker sobs into a mirror pool where no reflection is ever cast. Yet it is not chaos—it is precision. Every brick, every corridor, reinforces a single truth: things end here.
Jagged cliffs slope down into a volcanic crater where an impossibly smooth geometric sinkhole yawns wide, like the mountain caved inward from existential embarrassment. The air hums with unnatural stillness, and strange ivory structures fold into each other like collapsing cathedrals, lit by flickering anti-light.