The stench of brine and decay clung to the air within the Deep Ones’ stronghold, a reeking abscess carved into the cliffs overlooking the churning North Sea. The stronghold was more than just a series of caves; it was a desecrated cathedral to the monstrous Leviathan, its walls adorned with grotesque carvings of cephalopodic horrors and bas-reliefs depicting human sacrifices. Flickering braziers cast dancing shadows, illuminating the scene of impending doom.