It was somewhat expected, but the darkness Atlas stepped into didn't change into anything else.
It remained as darkness, eternal and never-changing.
Atlas took several steps forward merely to confirm his position.
He was indeed standing on a solid surface that blended into the blackness all around. There wasn't anything around him, making this space feel infinite…
'This is not the Underworld.'
It was the first thought that came to his mind.
This was clearly not the Underworld. It didn't have any features of that place.
'But…if I am not mistaken, this is where I should be.'
He walked around, glancing at his surroundings. Naturally, there wasn't much to see at all.
'This plane is so large that it is almost impossible to meet another wandering soul. It was specifically designed for that purpose.'
It was a place that existed connected to all mythologies. It was a place best known as "Purgatory."
