The mage stood up and cast his eyes toward the horizon, where he saw a fortress-like structure with towering metal walls bristling with countless war machines. The scaffolding tightly encased the walls, as construction was ceaselessly underway.
"It seems my luck hasn't completely run out yet, this is just the first layer of Bator Hell." The mage muttered to himself, giving himself encouragement, "Luckily I haven't fallen any deeper, or the air there would be enough to kill me instantly."
