[Tartarus POV]:
In the heart of the Tartarus Abyss, a plane of existence so vast it stretched out in an infinite measure, a castle stood — A monolithic behemoth of blackened stone and Abyssal iron, its form was so vast, it dwarfed entire star systems. Towers like jagged spires stretched endlessly into the Void, wreathed in shadows so deep, they devoured light itself. The walls, obsidian and pulsing with the eerie, primordial energy of the Nether Abyss, seemed less like they were built and more like they had always existed — a fortress formed from the nightmares of the Nether Abyss itself. And, at its core, a great chasm, eternally yawned, its bottomless maw of darkness from which led so far into the endless Abyss, nothing thrown inside ever leaves. The whole castle seemed to be made around this crevice, structured to both draw power from it and to feed it in an endless cycle of the recycling of power —- A primordial force older than time itself.
