Sylvester lowered his gaze and looked at the area around the volcano. It was riddled with dead bodies of the giant sea monsters of the Darkpit Sea. Likely sucked into the portal and ejected out. The heat and the lack of water brought a tormenting death soon after.
"Where are we?" Sylvester asked.
"The Devil Islands," Dalgan responded. "They have this type of sand and volcanoes. It's inhabited by undead creatures that lack a mind of their own. It's a graveyard for the most part, and occasional appearances of powerful creatures make it uninhabitable."
"Do you two not see the Black Hole up there?" Zenith bellowed in the middle, "How can you still talk so calmly?"
"I've accepted my death long ago," Dalgan blurted.
"It's under control," Sylvester responded. "I'll try to deal with the Black Hole. You two return to your Imperial Capital and see what the situation is. If I find any trouble stopping that, I'll inform you."
