The moment the blaze of blood-red flames swallowed him, Mithras entered a trance. The scenery changed the moment next, and he now stood in a cave of ruby-colored stones, with a diverse array of chipped weapons encrusted in the walls.
In the distance, a large stone entrance engraved with ancient runes stood. Pieces of broken puppets crowding the steps as the thick scent of burning coal and molten lava poured out nonstop.
Intrigued by the odd setting, Mithras walked through the entrance, making his way into an arcane forge where clouds of steam and sparks billowed upwards. A tall and built man stood by the forge, dressed in the blood and gold of the House of Uriah.
"Your Majesty?" Mithras asked in a puzzled tone. This man looked like a replica of the late king Gaiseric, albeit much younger. But how could that be? And where the hell was he?
'Or could it be…Hell? Did I finally die for good? That'd suck so bad!'
