The Pit

Sometimes they can hear it… the thrumming that comes from the deep black abyss that the Valzeen Moss originated from. From The Pit, comes an underlying urge that echoes through the whole of the intelligence. Perhaps one day this mysterious urge will have meaning, but until then, the Moss shall grow. Death is nothing in the face of the whole of the intelligence. However, those who are a part of the hivemind that were not of original Moss make, should be thrown into The Pit.