Regions:
The Ruins of Desarune: The Ruins of Desarune was originally a massive city that had existed before the Cataclysm. Tides and wayward storms had long since destroyed it’s civilians, and buried it under layers of rock. Over the ages earth quakes and heavier storms had plagued the lands, causing large fractures and generating massive plateaus.

When Del Sombra had noticed it, she quickly set foot to reworking the ruins into something more usable for her purposes, her first dungeon. Tunnels had been dug out revealing it’s buried streets and allowing entrance into it’s many residences and buildings. Halls had been carefully outfitted with some of her most fiendish traps.

Rooms were occupied by monsters, and creatures who thrived in such environments. And the cherry on top, displayed the god’s fiendish nature when it came to protecting secrets. Several massive monsters, often referred to as “indescribable horrors” in stories, roam the halls in which no mere mortal has any hope to kill it on their own. The creatures are undying to weapons and spells, and requires the work of a miracle from the gods to extinguish their life.
After beating it down to a state that it should be dead on normal terms… the mortal must call upon the gods to wish it dead, and even then… there’s a slim chance of that working correctly.

And in the very center of this massive dungeon… lies the Agartha.

The Agartha: Often called the Library of secrets, exists on an unearthly plane. It’s entrance exists in the center of Desarune, and remains heavily guarded. It’s custodians, Sphinxes, roams the halls as both caretakers, and guardians of it’s archive. Most of her children appear to have some sort of link here.

Secrets both sold, and spent appear and disappear in it’s shelves as time flows in the eartly plane. Censored Secrets are casted away to the wind, and while still exist, are lost forever and no cat may draw upon it.

But of course, over the many years of life. Del Sombra has collected an expansive archive of not just secrets. But knowledge as well from the exploits of her and her childrens curiosity. Many published books, scrolls, and maps often find themselves copied onto it’s shelves, and remains permanently for the rest of eternity. And just like any other secret, the cats draw upon them when asked.