Ivan
Tartarus is a place known for despair, darkness, and evil. But as I stand at the gate, I sense something different, something unexpected. I have yet to see the city itself, and as Leviathan said, the real Tartarus is underground, but the gate isn't full of guards like I expected. There's an open bazaar, and everything feels lively and rich with culture, not just one, but all of them. I've never seen or heard of some, and I feel like a little kid wanting to go to each stall.
"Unless you want to spend the whole night here, we need to keep moving," Leviathan warned, pulling me away from a stall that caught my eye. It sold real sodas like Coke and Pepsi, not some made-up brands. To make matters worse, it was next to a shop selling American food. I haven't had a burger since I got here. "The second gate closes in an hour."
