Jack Clark slowly opened his eyes, the pupils clear and transparent, emitting a faint white luster, his gaze silently shattered the void in front of him into nothingness.
In the darkness, the hellish disk wrapped in red sharp spikes emerged, with blood-colored stone slabs embedded on it flickering with rapid red light.
"Boroedo, that Hell Messenger is looking for me," Jack Clark was somewhat surprised.
In the Plane Battlefield he descended upon earlier, upon leaving, that apostle akin to a mountain giant had given him a way to contact, agreeing to collaborate on an invasion of other worlds should the opportunity arise.
Unexpectedly, just a few days had passed and there was already a response from there.
In contemplation, Jack Clark's mind touched upon the blood-colored stone slab, and immediately the realm of thought from Boroedo came through with some urgency.
"Darren Callum brother, save me..."
