⚔ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ⚔

Jangling Hiter, the City of Chains, clings to existence between the torments of Dis and the seething wastelands of Avernus. Suspended by an impossibly intricate web of rusted iron chains, the entire city dangles above a churning mire of brimstone and ash, creaking and swaying in an endless symphony of metallic groans. Home to the kytons—chain devils born of torment and artistry—Jangling Hiter thrives on tension, literally and figuratively. Buildings here are forged from interlinked chains, some taut and rigid, others swaying like pendulums, creating shifting corridors and vertigo-inducing vistas. Every movement sets off a chorus of clanks, scrapes, and eerie howls, creating a soundscape of agony and order. Kytons glide across the structure like dancers in a deathly ballet, utterly at home in this gravity-defying prison. It is a place of eerie elegance and unrelenting cruelty, where every link serves both as support and as shackle. To fall from Jangling Hiter is to vanish into Avernus.

The city is a chaotic web of chains and shadowy structures, with buildings that sway and creak in the wind. The metallic tang of the chains fills the air, contrasting sharply with the desolate landscape of Avernus below.