The Necromancer Tower Master was pacing back and forth. Not far from him, the group of hall masters were sitting on the ground, tending to their wounds.
"They should be fine. They are just a little wounded," the Right Guardian came up to the Tower Master, giving him a short briefing.
"I can't understand. How did we end up in the Inner Part of Hell? It's as if the entire plan went down the drain. All that preparation, for nothing!" The Tower Master said, appearing somewhat frustrated.
Back in the world, he was always in control. There was nothing that could throw him off balance. But Hell was different.
It was like a terrifying Nightmare where creatures that were beyond comprehension, lived. That's why he had prepared a plan.
He was supposed to follow the maps that were created in the past, to navigate through the safe passage until they reached the core region.
