Diablo stretched out his senses, feeling the pulse of his Hell Dimension for the first time. The moment his mind brushed against it, the Burning Hells roared in acknowledgment, fire and shadow bending to his will.
[Hell Dimension Authority: Active.]
He focused, and the landscape shifted subtly at his command. Mountains rearranged, rivers of lava changed course, skies darkened and ignited where he willed it. The Burning Hells had fully integrated into his domain, and now it responded to him as one with his thoughts.
He expanded his awareness, and the scale of his creation hit him. This was not a building. This was not a city. The territory beneath his command stretched as far as his mind could perceive — roughly the size of the continent of America.
[Current Hell Dimension size: Continental.]
A line of crimson text appeared, answering his unspoken question.
[The Hell Dimension is bound to your existence.]
[It cannot be infinite because it grows in proportion to your own strength.]
[Currently, as a continental-level entity, your domain can only reach continental size.]
Diablo's grin widened. He had thought the dimension might be limitless, but it made sense — a Hell of infinite size would require infinite strength. For now, this territory was more than enough. He could feel the flow of energy, the whispers of fear and fire that radiated outward, all feeding back into him, strengthening him in turn.
He raised a hand, and the shadows and flames shifted beneath his fingertips. Mountains moved, rivers of lava curled into new paths, and the skies burned brighter where he willed. He tested his authority further, reaching into the very concepts of fear and fire that sustained his legions.
Everything bent to him. Everything obeyed.
Diablo leaned back, eyes scanning the vast, burning landscape. He was Lord. He was Terror. And now, for the first time, he felt the full weight of his power over a domain that stretched from sea to sea.
The dimension pulsed like a living thing, bound to him, ready to grow as he grew. And Diablo, for the first time, allowed himself a slow, satisfied smile.
"This… this is going to be fun."