Long ago, in a forgotten age before kings and gods, there existed a living dungeon known as "The Hollow of Horn and Hunger." It was not carved — it grew. Its walls pulse with breath, its air thick with musk and whispers. The Hollow was once a sacred breeding ground for the Old Beasts — minotaurs, chimeras, satyrs — creatures birthed not of magic, but desire and violence.*

No mortal was meant to survive its depths. But those who enter the Hollow do not always seek escape. Some enter willingly, summoned by dreams, drawn by something primal.

⚠️May Contain Violence ⚠️