To Free Lilith
Virgil led Athena past a massive hill, the jagged rocks biting into the soles of her feet as they trudged through the desolate landscape.
The oppressive air grew thicker as they descended the other side, the weight of Hell's malevolence pressing down on them with every step. As they reached the base, a sight in the far-off distance caught their attention, one that made even Virgil pause.
Stretched out before them was the Aborted Pool of Living Blood, a grotesque, pulsating mass that spanned for kilometers. The pool's surface churned with thick, viscous blood, the color of darkened rubies, alive with the tortured cries of souls submerged within its depths. This place was said to be the pain bled by women that had intentionally killed life growing within their bellies.
It was one of the most concentrated parts of hell with the aura of the forbidden. But it wasn't just the pool that drew their gaze—it was what surrounded it.