City Profile
Mist corridors, memory-rivers, black thresholds and passages that seem to know your name before you speak it.
Morbis formed in the quiet fractures of creation, from memories unclaimed and moments forgotten. When the first lost soul drifted between life and dissolution, Morbis extended a silent hand and revealed the path below. The realm is a labyrinth of mist and shadow where memories flow like rivers and every corridor holds a truth to be faced.
It has no fixed city, for the realm shifts endlessly. Morbis does not debate the living gods - their quarrels belong to the surface - yet all of them fear what Morbis keeps, because memory spares no one. The Underworld remembers everything the living gods wish to hide, and forgetting is the only sin it will not forgive.