The Fourth Layer of Hell is an ocean without mercy, a vast and suffocating dominion where water devours the world. More than eighty percent of the realm lies drowned beneath a black, heaving sea whose surface is never truly calm.
Above, the sky is a roiling vault of storm clouds, stained green and violet by constant lightning. Rain falls endlessly—not a gentle drizzle, but warm, relentless sheets that sting like needles and never allow the land to rest. Thunder rolls without pause, echoing across the waters like the distant growl of something vast and hungry.
Land is rare and treacherous. What passes for islands are little more than jagged pillars of black rock, slick with slime and crawling with barnacle-like growths that pulse faintly, as if alive. Nothing in the Fourth Layer is truly still. Nothing is truly safe.
