In the depths of the Void Abyss sat Nephrox in his throne, an ebony monolith carved from the tortured remains of celestial beings. The air was thick with the haunting echoes of distant screams, harmonizing with the low, guttural growls that emanated from the cosmic shadows. The Nethervault, a citadel wrought from the very fabric of despair, loomed around him like a macabre cathedral.

Who goes there? Show yourself, Don’t be afraid.

As Nephrox laughed demonically, His eyes wrought of souls.