Sylvia and Cain looked down into the darkness below, a sense of familiarity violently erupting over them from the large pit below... Like a geyser, grotesquely dark mana slammed up from the hole, the size of the pit spanning across what seemed to be an entire continent that they had been transported to. The Earth beneath pulsated, like a violent, living mass of flesh and tissue, as the pit's depths screeched out. No life or settlement was sustained around the pit, as all that had been left was flattened centuries ago, leaving nothing but dark, pulsating soil. The very act of getting close to it without protection clearly spelled death for those without the mightiest of mysticism at their disposal, for the blood of Human, Everian, Dwarf, Orc, Vaewolf, Draconian, and Rakshashin could be seen running through the cracks in the pit's darkness. It was, without question, a hell of hells, holding a darkness only matched by the things that slept within its depths.
"This... is what we call Gehenna. The Dark God's final resting place." Valen stated, looking down at the grotesque, pulsating pit beneath their feat.
Jeanne instantly turned away from the pit, nearly falling back as her tolerance for such grotesque energy was clearly abysmal.