Do you believe in hell?

Throughout my life, I always did, yet despite that, I've consistently acted as if I didn't. Going from one wrongdoing to another, I always believed that at some point in the future—maybe in my fifties or so—I would turn things around.

I aspired to become a good father, creating cherished memories for my future children to hold onto after my demise, a commendable son who would make my parents proud, and ultimately, a good person. However, before I could reach that age, I died, and the hell that I had long pretended to ignore came into existence, awaiting me.

The pain is excruciating, the burning is intense, yet I can't even let out a scream. I yearn for it to cease, but having been here long enough, boiling in this ocean of flame, I understand very well that it won't.

I know it's futile, yet if there is someone out there—anything, anyone—please save me. If you choose to do so, I will dedicate my existence to what truly matters.

In the realm of swords and magic, where monsters and dragons roam, countless dungeons exists scattered about across the plane of Thémeria.

With treacherous passages, concealed chambers, randomly appearing monsters, unfathomable secrets, and illogical biomes, each dungeon distinguishes itself from the others, while also sharing traits with all the rest. However, there is one dungeon that stands apart.

Follow the narrative, not of a man (no longer defined as such), not of a mere beast (though it could resemble one), but instead, of the sentient being behind Eldoria's first and oldest SSS-ranked dungeon.