A huge chamber, looking to be worn out of the raw stone, lit with but a few torches. The torches flare with raw flame, almost sentient, alive and angry. The northwestern end of the chamber is but a pool flowing into a tunnel of blood. The tunnel has been worn into the wall, smooth, quiet. The blood bubbles, suggesting something beneath the surface. Though not visible to you, it may be wise to remain at a safe distance from whatever lurks within. The sticky ichor cascades into the pool from above, a maroon stream of liquid. The stone you stand upon gradually descends into the pool, there being no ledge from the stone to the pool. The tunnel to the west is dark, uninviting, and silent. To the west is the Central Hall, and upward descends a rough stairway, leading to the top of the Bloodfall. A shrine of some sort appears to the south, emanating a sickly yellow light.