Ashton stood in the Netherworld, surrounded by the darkness of the demonic realm. He had been sent here to dismantle a piece of the world that had been corrupted by evil forces, and to do so he had to fight his way through hordes of demons.
He's once again here to continue his mission, to eliminate the Hypogean Race from the world of Elstar once and for all. He stood tall, his staff held firmly in his hand, ready to face whatever the Netherworld could throw at him.
The demons came at him in waves, their twisted forms illuminated by the eerie red light of the Netherworld. Ashton moved quickly, his body almost a blur as he weaved his way through their attacks. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a blast of pure magic at one demon, sending it flying back into the darkness.
Another demon rushed at him, its claws extended, but Ashton was ready. He conjured a wall of fire that engulfed the demon, reducing it to ash.
