It didn't feel like the pits of hell. Sylas was almost certain that if the universe had a hell, then this would certainly be it. This was no replica, this was the real deal.
Waterfalls of lava, stone of obsidian, a scent of sulfur that burned at the hairs in your nose. Every part of it was completely unnatural.
And ahead, looking down on Sylas from above, was a pair of eyes that he somehow instantly recognized.
Arcane Madness.
"Why have you come here?"
The voice was so ancient it was impossible to decipher the words, and yet the Will was so powerful that Sylas knew exactly what they were saying nonetheless.
"To help someone take something back." Sylas replied calmly.
A wild grin appeared beneath the floating eyes.
"You are bold, child. You have always been bold. But you no longer follow my Path of Gluttony, I will not give you the same leeway now that I have in the past."
