The ark landed softly upon the obsidian platform of the Hanging Fortress of Pluton, its wood creaking as divine energy rippled across the air.
Thetis gracefully descended first, her long hair fluttering under the ethereal wind as she turned and beckoned the Olympians to follow.
"Please, dear guests, this way."
The moment they stepped off the ark, the Olympians felt an overwhelming divine pressure emanating from the structure before them, a fortress so colossal that even Olympus itself seemed modest by comparison.
Towering spires of black stone laced with golden runes reached into the heavens, and the walls shimmered faintly, pulsing with soul-light that carried whispers of countless spirits in reverence to their lord.
As Thetis led them through the main corridor, the Olympians were struck by its vastness, a seemingly endless hallway lined with statues of ancient gods and rivers of flowing blue fire that served as both illumination and ornamentation.
