The air felt different in the Sixth Circle. As soon as Dante crossed the portal, he immediately sensed the change. The scorching heat of the Fifth Circle was replaced by a suffocating, dense, and cold atmosphere. The sky, if it could even be called that, was a pale gray, marked by occasional lightning strikes that illuminated the vast black mountains on the horizon. An unsettling silence dominated the environment, as though even sound was afraid to manifest.
Dante stopped, observing the terrain ahead. The ground was a mixture of ice and ash, and each step echoed like a muffled scream. At the center of this desolate landscape, a massive black fortress rose like a scar on the land. Its towers were grotesque, curved and sharp, resembling the fangs of an ancient creature.
"The Sixth Circle..." Dante murmured, spinning the spear in his hand. "The Circle of Heresy. Quite fitting."
