As I walked into the last realm of the underworld, the heat of anger left. What remained was a cold heat radiated from the vallies of lava below me. The landscape twisted in front of me, glowing an eerie red glow over the wasteland littered with dead heroes. Once great armies, decimated. The empty halls of great cathedrals and senates lie before me. Their extraordinary stone pillars now collapsing into rubble. The bodies of heroes lie vacantly, their faces twisted in agony as they succumbed to the trickery of this treacherous realm.
As I navigated through the twisted corridors of deception, I felt a sense of unease settling in my bones. The very air seems to shimmer with an otherworldly energy, tempting me with illusions and false promises. I stopped to realize the false prophecy of these insidious temptations. Knowing that the only way to escape this realm is through unwavering clarity of purpose. And so I pressed forward, determined to slay the devil himself, freeing all damned to an eternity of peace.
