Far below, in the mountain-city's shadow there was a lake, stretching beyond sight, it's surface mirror smooth and dark, a shade of blue that was nearly black. The only interruption in its smooth surface came from an island in its center. It was no natural thing though. Emerging from the lapping waters, a monolith composed of scattered bone and melted steel rose, sharp edged and pitiless. The edges of countless weapons bristled outward, menacing and sharp, their edges seeming to slash at her very eyes even from this distance, and amid the fused remains of blade and armor, nestled in crevices and impaled upon blades were human and beastial skulls. They formed the only spots of color upon the menacing cliffs, and from their empty eye sockets dripped tears of poisonous black tar. Yet, at the narrow top of the mountainous island was a flat plain ringed by bristling blades, and at its center was rippling pool of clear blue waters, in which sinuous white shapes swam and coiled about one another.