The four adventurers found themselves thrust into a world shrouded in darkness, a realm devoid of the comforting radiance of the sun or the gentle glow of the moon. This was a place where the veil of night lingered perennially, where the shadows danced freely, unhindered by the intrusive brilliance of day.
Out of the ominous shadows emerged a sight grotesque and haunting. A dozen creatures, humanoid in form yet grotesque in appearance. They were anything but human. The surface of their bodies resembled granite - rough, irregular, akin to weathered statues standing the test of time. Bat-like wings sprouted from their backs, a stark contrast to their rock-like forms. Their eyes gleamed with a sinister light, a beacon of malevolence in the oppressive darkness, while their mouths opened to reveal an array of razor-sharp fangs. The glimmering claws at the ends of their hands and feet completed their monstrous visage, projecting an aura of impending doom that was impossible to ignore.
