(Hmm, while the double event is still on, I might as well keep asking for monthly votes. It's not like I have anything better to do...)
Devil's Cave was a very evocative name. Just hearing those two words gave one the sense of chilling winds, ghostly wails, and howling spirits—the natives of this world had such a direct impression of the disasters brought by Abyssal Power, and the prison they built to seal that power truly reflected it.
It was a bottomless giant cave that plunged deep underground. Its entrance lay in a small basin just a few kilometers from Dark Moon Palace. Everyone stood before a teleportation tower on the edge of the basin, looking down at the dark ravine below. I saw a kilometer-long fissure abruptly split open in the middle of the basin. It looked utterly out of place amid the surrounding terrain and was clearly not naturally formed. Its jagged edges bristled with countless sharp stone spires thrusting skyward from within, like ferocious fangs. Devil's Cave felt like a beast waiting to devour people: sealed underground, with only its bloodthirsty, fang-filled maw protruding from the surface, waiting to swallow careless intruders. Deep within the rift, dark clouds of mist churned endlessly. That was dust fog that had already suffered mild contamination.
"Just a tiny Abyss sample, and they sealed it up with such a huge production. It sure gets treated with respect."
That was the objective assessment Viska, veteran con artist, Abyss handling expert, and Protoss archaeological team member, gave upon seeing the entrance to Devil's Cave.
We knew Dark Moon was shrouded in an everlasting dense fog, but around this little basin, the fog was blocked outside. That made the area near Devil's Cave the place with the freshest air on the planet. Forget dust