The Entrails Devoured by Putrid Winds
A miasma of corruption hangs heavy in the void, thick with the savor of annihilation. The wind, a chilling serpent, coils around the mangled corpses, tearing flesh death metal song from bone. The bones gleam like pearls in the morbid twilight. A symphony of screams echoes through the chasm, a chorus of suffering as the entrails are devoured by the