⚔ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ⚔

An endless desert of crimson sand, where the remnants of Zariel's former legions are trapped in perpetual, chaotic warfare. Here, the fallen angels and devils fight an endless, meaningless battle, their forms constantly morphing and shifting due to Malbolge's chaotic energy. The sands themselves are alive, shifting and swirling, burying and unburying the combatants in an endless cycle of violence. The air is thick with the stench of brimstone and the sound of clashing weapons. The sands are hot to the touch, and the shifting landscape creates a sense of disorienting instability. The sounds of battle are a constant, maddening roar. The desert stretches to the infinite, and the sky is a swirling mass of red and black.

Crimson sands ripple beneath a turbulent sky of blood and shadow, swirling gusts carving ever-changing dunes. Twisted figures, half-angel, half-devil, clash in blurred forms amid shifting waves of fire-kissed dust. The air crackles with brimstone and the roar of endless battle, while distant lightning splits the swirling darkness. Heat shimmers over the unending wasteland—a chaotic, infernal arena where time and hope dissolve into ceaseless strife.