Beneath the First Layer of Hell, where no sky existed and even echoes seemed afraid to travel too far, stretched a massive labyrinthine cave system.
The tunnels twisted endlessly, walls carved by ancient violence rather than erosion. Jagged stone jutted at impossible angles, forming corridors that narrowed without warning before opening into vast chambers filled with stalactites the size of towers.
Rivers of molten rock pulsed through cracks in the stone, casting the labyrinth in flickering red-orange light.
This place was the lowest level of the First Layer, a place where light would never arrive, and whose darkness had seen the death of billions.
At the heart of one of the largest chambers, golden light tore open the darkness.
An impressive being appeared, his wings casting a light that seemed divine, capable of searing the energy of Hell itself.
The one walking through the labyrinth and searing darkness was none other than Overlord.
