Meanwhile, somewhere in the Netherworld's Prison Palace...
The four who escaped from the throne room were greeted by the sight of the Netherworld's eternal evening. They looked out the windows and saw a scene straight out of hell. A red landscape, lava, the odor of blood, and wailings that echoes throughout the area. Figures exist in their soul form. Humanoid forms, beast forms, and more. There are many of them chained outside and being punished with burning, boiling, grilling, even a thousand cuts, and other forms of torture.
The four turned pale at such a depressing sight. They couldn't understand why they had been taken to such a horrible place. The issue was that they couldn't see a way out. They can see nothing but endless red earth and black sky beyond the horizon. They are not used to the blue sky and green land. Carnelian Dawn's body shook instinctively as he was terrified. Conri Lycaon, who was holding his hands, could sense his trembling.
