The Great Hall of Erebus, built in the depths of the underworld, was never merely a space—it was a statement.A living reminder that even amidst the darkness, elegance and power could coexist with an almost menacing perfection.
The structure rose like a palace molded by night. The columns were of polished black marble, bathed in threads of gold that ran like living veins towards the vaulted ceiling. Crystal chandeliers and ethereal fire hung in the air, casting light upon the mirrored floor, where every step seemed to echo for centuries.
On the walls, richly woven tapestries narrated stories of lost kingdoms, divine pacts, and forgotten wars.The sound of violins—soft, yet melancholic—filled the air, played by specters of musicians who seemed to exist only by the will of Hades himself.
