Forged in the age of Thassilon, these halls once served as the proving ground for warriors consumed by their own hatred, a place where blood was both offering and reward. Training chambers still bear scorch marks from spells cast in anger, and the great arena glows faintly with embers that refuse to die.
Even after millennia, the walls seem to watch, daring intruders to lose control — because here, wrath isn’t just a sin. It’s the architecture.
