The Eight Layers of Hell had been transformed, no longer a domain of chaos and suffering but instead a sanctuary forged through blood, sacrifice, and unyielding will. What once stood as a symbol of torment had become a refuge so fortified that neither the forces of Heaven, the Abyss, nor even the agents of the Ancient Ones could easily infiltrate it.
It was a stronghold built to endure prolonged sieges, one capable of protecting the people of the Six Sun Alliance for as long as necessary, at least until the day their greatest warriors returned from the Divine Realm.
For the moment, however, there was peace—rare, fleeting, and precious.
