Underworld.
The destination of the dead.
If Goddess Hayley had not gone mad during the Twilight of the Gods, this place could indeed be considered a final resting place. But now, this land has been ruled by chaos, insanity, and disorder.
Souls have become currency, human nature worthless, and rules are trampled upon at will.
But there is one place that is different.
The territory of Pendragon.
Below Worton lies Lower Walton, and in the Underworld, there exists Ancient Ingris.
The mottled city wall appears on the hazy horizon.
Hewitt looks up at the land of the dead.
Base King Fergus.
Honestly, he had no confidence in defeating him on his territory.
Although not long ago, he devoured the Matchstick Man, who was far stronger than Pendragon, the significance of the two to Hewitt himself was completely different.
Pendragon is a king, a warrior, a demon king, and a Wicked Dragon.
But the Matchstick Man was different; he was just a monster.
