The fortress corridors twisted in ways that defied normal architecture, passages curving at angles that hurt the eyes to follow.
Passages that should have led upward curved back on themselves while rooms that appeared small from outside opened into chambers large enough to hold armies. Everywhere, the flames that lined the walls seemed to watch them, flickering in response to their movements like curious eyes.
"This place is wrong." Astrid muttered, her hand never straying far from her axe. "I've seen dungeon layouts before. This is something else."
"The fortress wasn't built in this dimension." Dante led them through a corridor that he remembered from his original timeline, though the details seemed subtly different. "It was constructed in the Infernal Realm and transplanted here when the Tower absorbed that territory. The geometry still follows rules we don't fully understand."
"That's comforting." She rolled her eyes and tightened her grip on her weapon.
