Baator, the second layer, "Dis."
The steep, majestic mountains were like waves of earth frozen solid, stretching endlessly into the distance. The sky was the same dead gray gloom all year round, and aside from the pungent stench of sulfur that filled almost every corner of Hell, the air carried a heavy reek of rust.
And deep within this vast, savage mountain range, at the center where countless broad roads gleaming with metallic luster converged, stood the grandest metropolis in all of Purgatory— the "City of Steel."
Thanks to the absurdly abundant metal ore resources in the surrounding mountains, the city possessed highly developed mining and smelting industries.
At the same time, because its ruler, Grand Duke Dispater, was fanatically obsessed with advanced technology and military firepower, the manufacturing workshops and munitions factories that could be seen almost everywhere had made the City of Steel the most famous arms-producing site in the multiverse, continuously supplying military weapons to warmongers of every stripe.
Today was the same as always.
With no distinction between day and night, the screeching noise of metal grinding and colliding, along with the roar of wheels howling over the road, echoed above the streets.
At the very edge of the innermost ring at the core of the City of Steel, Rust District, No. 32 Broken Blade Avenue.
It was an exquisite three-story building in the same simple, efficient style as the surrounding structures, adorned with a large number of metallic decorative elements.
The basement.
Unlike the bright polish outside, the light in the basement was extremely dim. Only a few specially made scented candles on the bronze holders up front barely illuminated the surrounding space while faintly calming the restless Magic Particles in the air.
They revealed the smooth, unblemished surface of the floor, and a massive