Tartarus.
The oppressive air of this realm was thick with malice and despair, swirling like a storm of shadows that devoured even light itself.
When Hades stepped through the veil and into the abyss, the ground trembled under his mere presence.
His dark robes billowed, and the flames of the underworld that clung faintly to his form seemed to recoil from the deeper darkness here.
Not long after his arrival, a towering figure approached.
A woman with long, flowing crimson hair, eyes that glowed like molten fire, and draconic scales glinting along her neck and arms.
She knelt the moment she reached him, her head bowed in reverence.
It is Campe, Guardian of Tartarus.
"Lord Hades," Campe greeted respectfully, her voice deep yet melodious.
"Rise, Campe," Hades said calmly, his voice carrying a power that made the shadows still. "I want to ask, how are the giants?"
