A scent of decay lingers the atmosphere, a palpable reminder of sanity's fragile hold. Aborted vegetation bloom in grotesque profusion, their petals dripping with toxins. Individual inhalation is a unsettling adventure into the depths of fractured minds. The odor itself evolves a physical representation of the {madness{ that devours all who invade

The ranges of K2 are shrouded in a aura of mystery and treachery. Legends speak of a brew known as Diablo K2, said to impart unearthly strength. Its genesis are lost, but rumors abound concerning its powerful effects. Some say it can heal the sick, while others claim it can ignite unspeakable madness. Explorers of Diablo K2 often disappear witho