Woo——
Woo woo...
...
Upon the earth, the cold wind is piercing, chilling to the bone.
The breath of the harsh winter, mixed with ice crystals and debris, blows from the north, lifting layer upon layer of ice and snow from the stark-white earth.
Occasionally, slight signs of life activity appear in the chill wind, only to vanish tracelessly in the expanse.
This is the Abyss, it forms a world of its own externally but internally, it's ever-changing.
Ultimately, this is due to its chaotic nature, not favoring any rules or attributes, embodying vast inclusivity as well as severe harshness.
As long as the rules of chaos can construct a stable spatial structure, Tartarus wouldn't care what goes on inside.
It simply watches them slowly become a new level within itself, or like those demon gods who failed to ascend, eventually collapse under the conflict of chaotic rules and crumble into broken pieces within the Abyss.
...
Buzz—
