In his relentless pursuit of power, Assarak tore open a gateway, a rift pulsing with the promise of unimaginable forces and ancient, eldritch mysteries. Tendrils of the unknown coiled and writhed beyond the veil, shimmering with both possibility and peril. The air crackled with an otherworldly tension, as if reality itself held its breath. Yet, in his arrogance, Assarak faltered. The gateway remained—a gaping maw between worlds—and now, the question lingered in the air like a storm on the horizon: what horrors would emerge from his failure?