Karazikar, the Eye Tyrant
Depth: -45 km
The stone tunnel constricts, narrowing until it is little more than a jagged fingernail driven into the mountainside. The path ends abruptly, giving way to a network of bridges that weave through the void like forgotten cobwebs.
Beneath your boots, the Vast Oblivium is no mere chasm, but a total absence of light that seems to actively devour every sound, every shred of hope; the only thing deeper than this abyss is the paranoia clawing at your minds.
From the heart of that darkness, a silhouette emerges, defying every law of nature. A spherical mass of ancient flesh and scars drifts lazily, saturating the air with the stench of decay.
A shiver runs through you—not from the chill of the Underdark, but from that visceral realization when the hunter suddenly becomes the prey.
Karazikar has arrived.
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