You stand in a vile, squelching morass of decaying flesh and shattered bones. The air reeks of rot, blood, and bile, nearly unbearable. Piles of mangled remains loom like grotesque monuments to some dark purpose.

Before you, a heavy, rusted door has been ripped from its hinges and lies open, revealing a dim, flickering light beyond, casting eerie shadows on the carnage.

You have found yourself in the lower depths of Daeron's Flesh Pits. You now have the unfortunate luxury of exploring this disgusting vile abomination of a place.

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