⚔ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ⚔

Slag, the Final Fortress, stands as a grotesque monument to ruin within the sixth layer of the Nine Hells, Malbolge. Once a proud bastion of bronze and infernal might, it was broken and partially liquefied in Glasya’s brutal rise to power. Now, its warped towers lean at impossible angles, their surfaces blistered and runneled like cooled lava, gleaming faintly with infernal heat. The fortress’s innards are a labyrinth of molten corridors and jagged metal, where the air burns and screams echo endlessly. Within, the gilded husks of devils, fiends, and traitors remain preserved—encased in searing alchemical gold, their forms frozen in agony. These statues line the twisted halls like trophies or warnings. Slag is not abandoned, however; infernal scribes and torturers still dwell here, chronicling Glasya’s triumph and rooting out dissent. It is a place of suffering and silence, where loyalty is enforced not by command, but by the memory of annihilation.

Slag towers like a dying colossus amid Malbolge’s shattered landscape, its bronze walls slumped and scorched, fused with molten stone. Golden statues of devils in agony glint beneath a blood-red sky. Smoke curls from cracks in its twisted battlements, and glowing embers drift like dying stars. Heat ripples in the air, and silence presses in, broken only by the distant hiss of metal cooling on cursed stone.