The structure itself is carved from volcanic rock, its walls slick with condensation and etched with serpentine runes. Within, the air is thick and humid, carrying the musk of reptilian worshippers and the faint hiss of unseen creatures. Hidden chambers and narrow passages line the outer halls, serving as nests, shrines, or ambush points for the temple’s scaled guardians.
At the heart of it all lies the central sanctum — a vast circular chamber where an altar of crimson stone stands surrounded by pillars shaped like coiled serpents. The floor bears dark stains that no cleansing will remove, and the air vibrates with the echo of hissing chants. Whatever ritual once began here has never truly ended; the temple breathes, waiting for its gods to return.
An original creation, this map is perfect for encounters steeped in mystery and menace — a place of worship turned prison, or a living relic of a civilization that refused to die.
