In a dark, hot, and gloomy place, surrounded by black flames and lava.
Yeoman arrived.
The place was filled with heat and flames, and the air was hot and dry.
The sky was red, and the clouds were black.
It was a place of hell, and it was full of despair and sadness.
He was levitating, and his gaze was fixed on a large figure, sitting on a throne made of bones and skulls.
The figure was wearing a black cloak, and his skin was milky white.
His hair was long, and his eyes were glowing red.
He was tall and muscular, and he was radiating an aura of power and authority.
His face was covered by a hood, and he was looking at the portal which was closed behind Yeoman.
"You've come." The figure spoke, his voice was deep and low.
"Yes, I have," Yeoman replied.
"What a surprise, I thought you were dead, and that you would never dare to come here."
"Well, I am full of surprises, and you will be too."
