Shendilavri
The 567th layer of the Abyss.
This was Malcanthet's lair, the Eden she had crafted for succubi. From the outside, it could be described with nearly every beautiful word imaginable.
The climate was mild, with no extreme weather, and the scenery was magnificent. It boasted the most beautiful grasslands and forests in the entire multiverse.
Beautiful, innocent young maidens frolicked among the trees, while flowers blooming across the grasslands seemed all the lovelier against the backdrop of one beauty after another. To the south of the plane lay the land of grain and fine wine, where the finest fruits and every variety of crops in the universe gathered.
Prepared by the multiverse's finest chefs and winemakers, these things could make one swallow one's tongue along with the food.
The verdant continent was divided into even sections by mountain ranges. To the west stood mountains filled with waterfalls and valleys, concealing countless treasures. To the north lay a plateau full of hot springs and rivers—the succubi's bathhouse, where no one wore clothes.
To the east stretched a boundless ocean. Its abundant waters were dyed red beneath an inspiring, eternal sunset. The shallows were covered in dazzling coral reefs, home to countless merfolk and vast numbers of edible fish. To the northeast stood enormous terraced beaches, where innumerable mortals arrived each day in the company of succubi to enjoy the sun and sand.
Many splendid and majestic buildings also rose throughout the continent. Each was exquisitely beautiful, adorned with delicate, intricate carvings. Every carving depicted an event that had truly happened, including all of the Queen's great achievements. (Including how many people she had seduced. In short, it was a sex diary—though only Malcanthet would display such a thing so openly...)
At the very center of the plane, at the center