She followed Cerberus, the dog hurrying down a path of dark rocks; this place was a maze, and she was grateful she only had to blindly follow him. Dahlia was shocked at how immense this place was. They kept walking into long tunnels and emerging again above another large pit full of people she assumed to be prisoners, forced to slave in Hell for eternity... Everywhere she glanced, there were monsters working hard, slaving around to carry large loads, fuel the red fires, or drag wagons of black rocks. Were they doing something specific, or had this place been conceived to just be Hell? As they kept venturing deeper into Tartarus, Dahlia noted this place had to be incredibly hot, for all the prisoners were sweating and panting heavily. She couldn't feel any of that heat... And she wasn't eve
