Meanwhile, in the domain of Hell, the Horse Head guard was pulling his hair out in rage and frustration when the Bull Head guard informed him of some bad news.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE LOST THAT LAZY FAT FOOL TOO?" Horse Head screamed at the top of his lungs, his equine face fuming with anger. He pounded his fist on the table, sending papers and scrolls flying in all directions.
Bull Head, who was usually the more domineering of the two, was calm but felt a twinge of guilt. "Calm down, Brother Horse," he said soothingly, trying to de-escalate the situation.
"CALM DOWN? HOW CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN THAT LAZY FAT FOOL HAS SLIPPED THROUGH OUR GRASP? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THIS MEANS?" Horse Head snorted, his nostrils flaring. "Don't tell me to calm down! First, we lost those renowned souls that escaped from under our noses, and now our bumbling fool of a spy vanishes too? The Hell Sovereign will have our hides for this! Do you understand the gravity of this situation, Brother Bull?"
