⚔ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ⚔

The River of Scorched Tears winds like a molten vein through Phlegethos, its origin the eternally weeping eyes of a petrified demon, half-buried in obsidian and fused to a volcanic cliffside. From these lifeless sockets flow tears of liquid agony—molten, unholy fluid said to embody the total suffering endured in Phlegethos. The river glows with a furious, radiant heat that sizzles the very air, its banks littered with the charred husks of devils and mortals who misjudged its wrath. Yet the molten tears are more than torment—they possess potent infernal magic, capable of mending the wounds of devils and fortifying dark pacts when properly harvested. The river is a coveted fuel source for infernal war machines, its essence driving siege engines and demonic forges alike. Pit Fiends patrol the river relentlessly, ensuring its sacred torment remains untapped by mortal hands. To gaze upon it is to feel despair; to approach it unbidden is to risk immolation by sorrow made flame.

A glowing, crimson river snakes through charred rock, its surface bubbling with molten tears that hiss and steam. At its source, a petrified demon’s face protrudes from the cliffside, its frozen eyes weeping lava. Burned corpses and scorched armor lie half-buried along the banks. Pit Fiends soar overhead or stalk the banks, wreathed in flame. The river pulses with sorrowful heat, its glow lighting the darkness with a cruel, beautiful fury.