On the dark, sunken land of the Abyss.
The visiting party continued onward.
They bypassed a ridge of black rocks formed from solidified lava.
The fortress, besieged by countless demons yet standing majestically, finally broke through the sulfurous mist, appearing clearly at the far end of their view.
"Are we there? I think I see it; that should be our destination."
The crowd looked into the distance.
The huge Blood Pit Fortress was not a traditional castle, its main structure showing strong traces of powerful order modifications on the original Abyss creations.
Cold and heavy metal structures were welded, casting onto jagged, peculiar rocks and bone-shaped supports, carrying a rugged, practical aesthetic filled with a collision of power and order.
The defense towers stood tall, the walls covered with cold-glinting machines, countless runes forming energy veins that flickered faintly across the fortress surface.
