In the midst of a vast, empty sandfield, a skeletal figure stands tall and proud, his sword held high. The sun beats down on her, casting shadows across the field. She seems to be lost in thought, her eyes fixed on the horizon. A faint eerie glow emanates from a nearby windmill, illuminating the image in a deep, misty light. This is the heart of the hell, a lone figure huddled in the shadows, their feathers a stark contrast to the verdant landscape that surrounds them. This is the world: The hell, a place of raw power and raw, strange life. It's a place where nothing could take place and the universe can be found in time, but with the presence of human ingenuity and fear.