Sylvester stared at the demoness, trying to take a whiff of her emotions. But surprisingly, he couldn't feel much magic in the air there. He couldn't feel anything else besides the lava and warm energy.
"To where?"
The Empress looked behind for a moment and then resumed her steps. She walked right on top of the field of lava. As soon as she stepped a foot, rocks emerged from beneath to support her. "They watch everything."
This time when she walked, Sylvester followed behind. True, he already expected the 'Gods' to be watching him by now. The fact that he still breathed was already a victory in a way.
The stones appeared under his feet just as the Empress'. They walked behind her throne, and then further into the sea of lava. The air was thick with the acrid scent of sulfur, assaulting the senses with a relentless reminder of the demonic malevolence.
