Darius stands just outside the fortress, the massive stone walls casting long shadows in the fiery glow of the Nether. As he stands on guard duty for the day, he surveys the eerie landscape, his senses attuned to every flicker of flame and distant rumble of the Nether's molten rivers. The pay is good for the hours he works, and while he remains vigilant, the lack of real threats in the Nether makes the job relatively easy. The atmosphere is a strange mix of fiery intensity and an almost eerie tranquility, the air thick with heat yet strangely calm amidst the occasional bursts of distant fire.