Asura's body began fading, the sensation of teleporting becoming easier. He appeared, stepping into the red vortex, his sense of time and space warping, before the hellish landscape began to expand in his eyesight.
There was no welcome this time, no Lorem to greet or keep him safe. The moment he appeared, it felt like the atmosphere trembled, countless senses and minds turning towards him and seeming to size him up.
'This is bad...'
The pressure was not the same as before, and the moment he took his first step, a massive shockwave blew out, and he felt his body flying backwards—a force like a bomb struck his entire body.
However, it didn't daze or stun him; Asura spent most of his spare time in this place; when not with his lovers, he would sneak into these short bursts of extreme danger.
'The enemy's body is Stage Nine, Magic Stage Ten...'
