Third person.
Wrath
The fifth circle was a boiling river of blood, where the wrathful and the sullen were immersed in eternal conflict. Fey could hear it before she saw it—the sound of bodies crashing against each other, fists pounding, and the guttural growls of anger. As they stepped into the circle, the air grew thick with the smell of blood and sweat, the heat of rage radiating from every corner.
“They fought and fought in life,” Hades said, his voice dark and unwavering. “Now, they fight each other in the river of blood, never knowing peace.”
The ground was a deep, murky river of blood, churning with the furious movements of the damned. The wrathful were trapped beneath the surface, their bodies locked in an eternal struggle. They fought with each other, savagely tearing at one a
