With firm eyes and a blazing fighting spirit, Ashton proceeded to do what he was meant to do.
Ashton descended into the Netherworld, his eyes scanning the landscape for any signs of demon activity. The twisted spires of dark rock jutted from the blackened earth, casting deep shadows across the barren wasteland. The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and decay, and the distant screams of tortured souls echoed through the darkness.
His powers hummed at his fingertips, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice. He moved with grace and precision, his steps surefooted and confident as he navigated the treacherous terrain.
For hours he wandered through the Netherworld, his senses sharp and alert for any sign of danger. But the demons seemed to have retreated deep into the shadows, cowering in fear of the Archfey's wrath.
