Pit of Chutu You enter a barren land, brown and greyed with stale lives. Murky ponds are slowly drying up while small streams flow with rusted water. There is so little game and foliage here, it is a struggle to live. The grey sky overhead gives no warmth, nor light, nor rain. It is the luminous daggers, stabbed into the terrain, which give you enough light to see your doom coming in the form of a great beast.
