The environment was undoubtedly hostile, but Vergil remained indifferent. With his hands in his pockets, he walked calmly toward the immense iron door, his footsteps echoing through the vast corridor.
What surprised him, however, was not the imminent danger but the strange cleanliness of that place. For something that emanated energy beyond death, he had expected ruins, decay… yet, instead, he found an immaculate environment. Who would have imagined that behind a repugnant, foul-smelling portal lay a dark palace?
That was how Vergil would describe that place.
The white marble floor faintly reflected the spectral light of the torches, polished to the point of looking freshly cleaned. The high ceiling bore a finish worthy of a luxurious mansion, crafted with the precision of an extravagant architect. Everything there exuded grandeur and sophistication.
