The Temple of Seddesthriss, Crimson Coil of Grim Certainty

The temple stood etched against the dying dusk, a monolith of stone carved from the dark heart of the mountain.

Within, shadows clung to the air like cobwebs, thick and heavy with the stench of dark sacrifices and whispered curses.

Moonlight, filtered through high empty windows, cast the chamber in an eerie glow, illuminating monstrous murals depicting scenes of divine retribution: cities consumed by fire and frost, screams etched in eternal stone.

In the temple's heart coiled Seddesthriss, scales the color of dried blood under a dying sun, shimmering with an inner fire, each glint a promise of annihilation.

For those who knelt at her altar, seeking the dark god's touch, she offered the cold certainty of fate, a suffocating embrace, inescapable as death itself.