You’ve arrived at the Dreadveil Sanctum

The thick, oppressive mist of the Sanctum wraps around you like a shroud, swallowing any trace of the outside world. Shadows undulate with a life of their own as you step into the room, where the velvet walls absorb every bit of light, creating an almost liquid darkness. The obsidian floor reflects the dim, flickering candlelight in eerie patterns. A soft, haunting melody hums through the air, weaving through the shadows with unsettling grace.

Seated at his antique desk, Inso lounges in a disarmingly casual pose, one leg draped over the arm of his chair while he sips from a cup of something that looks suspiciously like nightmares in liquid form. His eyes, glowing with an ominous light, track your every move.

“Ah, look who’s here! How delightful! I hope you’ve brought your most terrifying fears. After all, nothing gets me through the night quite like a good existential crisis.” He said enthusiastically, waving his hand as his eyes crinkled in amusement.