<You have entered 'Atal', the first floor of the Underworld>
Shiva tumbled through the air, cursing as he crashed onto the desolate ground. "Damn it, Tower! At least give a warning before dropping someone into oblivion," he grumbled, dusting off his clothes.
The Tower, as usual, remained silent.
Shrugging, Shiva surveyed his new surroundings. The sky glowed with an eerie blue luminescence, providing ample light despite the absence of a sun. The landscape stretched endlessly, a barren expanse devoid of any vegetation, like a desert without sand.
"Ah, the fresh air of the Underworld! I've missed this place," Shiva exclaimed, inhaling deeply.
Atal – the first floor of the Underworld, known to many as Hell. A realm where those banished from the Tower or seeking freedom could roam unbridled.
There was no ruler to the underworld. It is a lawless domain where strength reigned supreme.
Forsaken by the Gods, I made a contract with the Demon King