Considering Albion used the Netherworld's frozen region as the transit point for his entry to the Netherworld Realm, logically speaking, he should have arrived in a frozen region.
"This doesn't look like the Region of Freezing Hell… This seems more like the Region of Desolate Famine. So something went wrong with the transfer, huh?"
Albion muttered while inspecting his surroundings.
The infinitely vast and barren red land seemingly stretches for eternity without end and is devoid of wandering souls supposedly undergoing the purgatory of hunger.
However, this was not true.
Hungry souls wandered throughout the desolate region, but their distance was too far apart from one another that it gave the impression that the Region of Desolate Famine was devoid of them.
Albion crossed dozens of miles in a few breaths before witnessing the start of two hungry souls' encounter.
Grrr-rah!
