Rainoga

The Whispering Glaciers of Lost Souls lie deep within Cania, the eighth layer of the Nine Hells, where unimaginable cold scours both flesh and spirit. These vast, ever-shifting ice fields stretch for miles, their creaking masses concealing labyrinthine tunnels and sudden crevasses that can swallow even the most careful traveler. Trapped within the glacier walls are the frozen remnants of souls who perished in Cania’s blizzards—each one a mournful echo preserved in ice, their last screams and regrets carried on the howling winds. These whispers torment the minds of intruders, planting visions of despair and futility. At times, the souls coalesce into ghostly apparitions: pale, wailing forms clawing at unseen barriers, never escaping, never at rest. Even the Gelugons, masters of this icy realm, shun the place, calling it cursed and unclean. Here, the landscape itself conspires to confound and consume, a bleak monument to the pitiless cruelty of Mephistopheles's domain.

Jagged glaciers rise like frozen fangs under a dark, starless sky, their surfaces veined with trapped, screaming faces beneath clear ice. The wind keens endlessly, echoing with voices not quite human. Pale blue light glows from hidden crevasses, casting spectral shadows. Footprints vanish behind drifting snow, and flickering phantoms glide between icy ridges, forever lost.