Even though he was talking to Sebastian in an inquiring tone, the latter knew that there was no room for negotiation. He knew the price of rejection. It was a fate worse than death…
Sebastian lifted his gaze and glanced at the Gates of Hell while listening to the agonized cries coming from inside it. However, he could only grit his teeth and reply, "I'm willing…"
"Excellent. I'll await your return from the Gates of Hell. Go now…" Travis said with a casual wave of his hand. Despite his legs slightly wobbling as he stood up, Sebastian ultimately walked into the Gates of Hell.
As his figure disappeared inside, the door slowly closed. The light vanished, and the seven purple-robed members put away the black-gold ball in their hands.
Marshall stared at the disappearing Gates of Hell, a drop of cold sweat slipping quietly from his forehead, "Has Jacob already entered the secret realm?" Travis asked him.
