In the lair of the Phantom, the air is heavy with contempt. The floors smothered in pain. The walls emanate hate. Above all this, the roof lies, hiding from the world.
The throne, once sat on proudly, is vacant. All of the humanity has gone. On the wall, the candles glow a sinister red. Drops of liquid fall on to the lake.
The lake is filled with the most polluted of waters. There is no life in such a thing. The boat sways on the waves gently, weathered by the anger. The lake is lined with fanged plants. All of them ready to snap at a moments notice.
All of this is hidden deep underground, so the terrible world will never find it. The lair of the Phantom.
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