The silence did not last.
The crimson text reformed in front of Diablo's eyes, lines of fire curling into words.
[You are currently within a small dimensional space.]
[This will serve as the foundation of your Hell.]
Diablo's gaze swept across the void around him. The space was empty, featureless, and no larger than a building.
The system's voice pressed into his mind again.
[From here, you will expand, shape, and grow your Hell as you see fit.]
[Every structure you raise, every soul you bind, and every act you commit will strengthen both this dimension and yourself.]
The words echoed, sinking into the hollow dark. Diablo clenched his hand, feeling the faint thrum of energy at his fingertips, as if the dimension itself was listening for his command.
[This is your starting point.]
[From this seed, your Hell will grow into a kingdom — and from a kingdom, into a world.]
The text flickered, then stabilized into one final line.
[Now, begin.]