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The Pit was a huge castle. It towered above the craggy rocks of the island and the thrashing waves below. It was an imposing building, made of a strange, shiny black stone and unadorned except for the sharp spikes that lined the windows and roof. At the base of the castle, crowds of undead fiends walked, crawled, staggered, floated, and scuttled back and forth. There was a small harbor with a few long, straight docks and a handful of small row boats like the one that I was sitting in.
I couldn’t see far beyond the castle; we were still in a thick cloud of mist. The mist was starting to feel heavy and stifling. Only now did I think that maybe it was enchanted to keep the island hidden from humans.
As we emerged from the mist, many monsters stopped in their tracks and turned to look at
