Besides all that, there's a torrent of resentment, malice, and even rage, but it doesn't matter. The gods may abandon you, but Hell never will.
Its gates are wide open and all are welcome.
Vast amounts of curses and faith flow night and day, stirring the chaotic dreamscape, and on the earth, they have actually formed a gray area spanning thousands of miles.
Those tangled curses and resentments settle in the air, making it impossible for anything to grow. Gloomy clouds shroud the sky, blocking the sun, while the fire of Hell spews forth from the cracks in the earth's center, spreading evil over the mortal world again and again.
With the proactive rise of the Border Prison and the pull of these curses and faith, the Border Prison has gradually approached Paradise, even opening a rift known as the 'Scar,' entwining the Divine Country.
A true Demon Realm appears from the Divine Country.
