Hidden beneath layers of shadow and spellcraft, the Inner Sanctum of Arcanum Noctis is a place few ever glimpse and fewer still understand. It exists outside the confines of time, a pocket of the unseen where the boundaries between thought, spirit, and magic dissolve. Here, silence is sacred, broken only by the whisper of candle flames or the rustle of ancient tomes breathing secrets to those who dare listen.
The sanctum is circular, echoing the eternal cycle of knowledge and power. Its obsidian walls shimmer faintly with arcane glyphs that shift under one’s gaze, as if alive with sentience. At its center stands a black crystal monolith — the Heart of the Noctis — pulsing with an ethereal glow, said to be a fragment of primordial darkness itself. Around it, seven thrones stand in a ring, each aligned with a different planetary force and carved from unique elemental materials: ashwood, bloodstone, bone, obsidian, salt, starlight, and voidglass.
The air within the sanctum is thick with power and perfume — a blend of myrrh, wormwood, and moonflower. Dimly lit by floating orbs of witchlight, the space hums with quiet energy, responding to the will of those permitted to enter. This is where the highest rites are spoken, where forbidden truths are unveiled, and where the soul is laid bare before the infinite mysteries.
To enter the Inner Sanctum of Arcanum Noctis is not merely to walk into a chamber — it is to be initiated into a living consciousness that remembers every oath, every spell, every betrayal. It is the mind of the order made manifest, and it does not forget.