There is a narrow walkway around what appears to be a gaping hole in the ground. Ash and dust litter the ground, as if this patch of ground once housed the very fires of hell, having burned away all life near it. The circular walkway is made of dark stone, debris from the meteor that devastated the land. The destruction of the Havens has led to this rift, a rift that seems as if it once reached downward into the depths of Hell itself. The blaze that once burned here had been beyond any flame created by mortal means. Though the flame has long been extinguished, one can still feel the residual heat from the once great fire, stifling and nearly unbearable though it no longer burns. One can make out words nearly hidden by the ash that ring the melted rock that forms the outline of the circle. They are written in some long-unknown tongue - words from the Lower Planes.