A few days later, deep in the 'quietest' zone in all of Hell today...
There was a gray palace amidst the black mountains of the region, where hot winds raised the surrounding temperature. Meanwhile, a contrasting orange glow was coming from inside the building, attracting attention amidst the darkness of one of the dullest zones in the entire dimension.
Few undead and guardians could be seen around the palace, but the few that were there were as powerful as any Vicente had ever seen on his journey. If he were standing in front of such a palace right now, he would hesitate and rethink several times about going any closer.
He wasn't there at the moment, but some people inside the palace were talking about him right now.
In what seemed to be the underground area, the orange glow was even more intense there, mixed with a fair amount of steam. Amidst the sound of moving water, feminine laughter was spreading through the area, where only a small group of six beings were there now.
