Passing through the monstrous, grinding maws, Vlad found himself in a realm unlike anything he had ever faced—a place of endless horror and ceaseless torment.
Here, millions upon millions of mangled bodies were fused into a single nightmare reality. Flesh, bone, and soul merged into a grotesque tapestry where despair was the only constant and torment the only truth. Light had long since been devoured; hope was but a forgotten whisper. Everything that entered this place was fated to meet its end… only to be reborn as yet another fragment in the endless cycle of suffering.
Not even a second after his arrival, a wave of formless, pulsating corruption surged toward him, latching onto his legs. It was not just physical. As the flesh touched him, he felt the psychic weight of billions of screaming souls forcing their way into his mind. Their collective agony echoed with such intensity that it felt as though his very skull would crack open at any moment.
