The Second Hell is an oceanic hell; there is no earth, no sky, only endless blue ocean stretching up and down. Ash flies between seas, like walking under the precipice of a narrow sky, with only a narrow gap to escape bad luck.
But this gap in front of him has already been blocked by thousands of demigods.
A wall appears before Ash's eyes, constructed from thunder, flames, frost, time, storms, necromancy—everything capable of destroying life. It's not a real wall, just that the density of stacked wonders is so high that there's no gap for air, like a heavy wall occupying all of Ash's vision.
If this wall had a name, it would be Death.
Logically, these wonders, each researched to the extreme, shouldn't be able to merge, but rather should conflict, annihilate, and weaken each other. The stronger they are, the more pure, magic exists like mages, always living in the jungle of zero-sum games.
