The Sixth Tier of the Abyss: The Slumbering Grounds.
It earned its name as the resting place of the tier's overlord.
Orion, in his Death-Soul Fiend form, had come seeking his kin, Kaidric—the Sovereign of the Sixth Tier.
Kaidric slept in a decaying palace, devoid of guards, servants, or hidden wardens. It was a tomb. Pitch-black, damp, and rotting. Not even a rat or insect stirred in the gloom.
Orion approached the gates, glancing at the twin skeletal stone sentries. Covered in moss and crumbling with rust-colored stains, they reeked of abandonment and forgotten ages.
He stepped forward. The stairs cracked beneath his boots, a spiderweb of fractures spreading through the rotted stone.
The heavy doors groaned as Orion pushed them open.
A throne. An incense burner. Sconces. Nothing else.
Approaching the burner, Orion snapped off a small tendril from his own body, ignited it with a thought, and dropped it into the ash. This was a Death-Soul Race ritual of faith. A summons.
