The Dragon projects the
Dreadful Illusion of death onto
Targets, and they are filled with an overwhelming sense of despair as they see visions of their own lives being ripped away.
Shadows stretch and twist, warping into visions of ruin. Flesh withers, bones crack, reflections of a future unmade flicker before your eyes. The air distorts, heavy with the weight of something inevitable, inescapable, already unraveling.
# | Type | Name |
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1 | Lair | Hag Dragon Lair |