"I knew Hellmond was a completely dead world devoid of all forms of life… but seeing it with my own eyes is nothing like what I imagined."
Frey gazed with interest across the vast lands of Hellmond, the world of demons.
It was a barren, lifeless wasteland. The ground had turned into charred black ruin, with no buildings, no civilization… nothing but death and destruction, in a state far worse than what the Ultras had once suffered through.
The sky itself was crimson, entirely red much like Londor's, except five moons hung above it.
Yet even the moons had not escaped the curse of death.
The force of life had vanished from them as well.
"The aura here is suffocating… completely polluted." Frey said quietly while crouching down to touch the scorched earth.
He picked up a handful of black sand before allowing the wind to carry it away.
"Any ordinary creature left here for long enough would inevitably die."
Behind him, Maskith stood silently for some time before finally asking:
