The reason this place was called hell wasn't some buzzword to make the first years feel scared or add excitement to training.
It was the only word to describe where Xavida and Asura were sent.
***
A red world with black rotting trees and soft, murky mud below their feet, the pair found themselves in a rotting forest filled with the stench of death and decay.
"We should get ready for combat—" Asura's words were cut short as a long black leg penetrated his abdomen, the sharp appendage coming from a deformed insect like a huge mosquito with eroded wings and black tar covering its body.
"Ugh!?"
'Damn, it hurts... my abdomen is burning... I can't feel my right arm!?'
There was no mistaking that the creature was above stage three and that the pair had zero time to respond due to the nature of this random teleportation.
