Legends were born here.
Histories were annihilated here.
A massive vortex roiled and roiled ceaselessly in the sky.
Dar, twisted smoke pillars could be seen all over the ground, and within the smoke pillars were faces writhing in pain that appeared and disappeared.
They were all countless souls snatched from other worlds.
Some of them were humans, while others were non-human beings.
No matter what race they were, though, if their spirits had come here after death, that meant they were destined to never be able to escape the fate of being fodder.
Huge, black smoke pillars connected the ground to the sky, like how Atlas held the world and turned the entire world into a cavern.
The Underworld was also known as the Ashen World, it was a massive world that existed on the back of the world. It had existed for all of that while absorbing countless souls as fuel.