The world doesn't end with a crack. It ends with a wet, sucking sound. Not in fire. In rot. It doesn't collapse - it festers. And in that decay -
The Pit.
A sealed, sepulchral, sacred-in-its-filth prison - into which the centuries have thrown everything that doesn't fit the order: heretics, witches, soldiers who lost their wars, women who spoke too loudly, and men who spoke in the wrong voice.
But sometimes...
...the Pit receives the Great.