Rainoga

Minauros, the third layer of the Nine Hells, festers as a ceaseless mire of decay and vice, ruled by the archdevil Mammon, the Serpent of Greed. Its terrain—suffocating bogs, sulfuric sloughs, and treacherous mudflats—devours even its grandest cities. Acid rain and razor-sharp hail flay flesh and corrode all, while the great citadel of Minauros the City slowly sinks into the reeking muck. Here, wealth is both weapon and illusion; souls are traded as currency in infernal markets, where nothing retains value for long. Mammon’s devils—lemures, barbed devils, and chain-clad kytons—enforce an ever-fluctuating economic hierarchy of bribes, blackmail, and debt. The very air stinks of rot and ambition. Towering ruins like Jangling Hiter clank and sway above the sludge, held together by Mammon’s schemes as much as by their chains. Beneath the surface, ancient secrets writhe in the depths, protected by the greed of those who would rather die than let them go.

The landscape is dominated by decaying structures half-submerged in thick, putrid mud, with dark clouds perpetually looming overhead, releasing acid rain and hail. The air is thick with the stench of decay and the cries of the damned, while the ground is treacherous, shifting beneath one's feet.