FEY
Gluttony
The path before us was twisted like a serpent, winding deeper into the infernal abyss. My feet wrapped in the whooshing of undead air as i held onto Hades tighter. His presence felt like a dark shadow that seemed to swallow the light. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and ash, a constant reminder that I had crossed into a world where no mercy existed.
I glanced around, a shiver crawling up my spine. The emptiness felt suffocating, but i kept my gaze forward. I was not here for these souls. I was here for only one thing. Bishop.
As we descended further, the third circle emerged—a desolate, frozen wasteland, where the souls of the gluttonous were trapped beneath layers of ice. The ground was slick with a sheen of frozen vomit, and the air was thick with the sickl
