Deep, deep below the ocean floor, there is an nameless prison, dark and far away from any sunlight. A forgotten number of centuries ago, those accused of practicing dark magic and witchcraft were imprisoned within the dungeon's unillumed, lightly waterlogged chambers, either to await an execution befitting of their crime, or for the truly unfortunate, being left to starve, all alone. One executed individual was Boreas, exiled from his home for his idol worship. His body, with three others, was hung upside down in an iron cage in the "witch graveyard" said to be somewhere within the damp tunnels. The prison carried out its unspeakably barbaric practices for an uncounted amount of years, until the ones who went down the long staircase from a nearby island into the prison one day did not come back up.

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