Azemo resigned himself after a few attempts at escaping the grasp of the glowing green hand. The grip was too strong and even after he attacked it, Azemo had not felt the hand loosen in the slightest.
As he was whisked by, Azemo caught a few glimpses of the dark cave and was in awe at the sheer size. The hand pulled him back in seconds, but Azemo could tell that the distance covered was no small matter.
The cave remained dark throughout its entirety, a sort of homage to demon vision because even the most common of demons could see in the dark. Near the entrance there were many scribbles that Azemo would never learn that they led to certain demons.
After Azemo gave up trying to escape the hand, he relaxed and enjoyed the ride as the cave flashed by. He might have been on the way into a trap, but there was nothing Azemo could do except watch and wait.
