Three months later...
"Finally..." The Necromancer Tower Master fell to his knees, feeling extremely relieved.
The incident in Hellhound City had left him injured and caused the forces of hell to become highly alert to his presence.
He had to take a longer route, avoiding almost all the main cities, which made his journey even longer. Healing alone took a long time, but finally, after three months, he had managed to reach his destination.
Only he knew how hard this journey had become for him. He had to pass through the forbidden lands of hell to avoid the major cities.
There was a reason those places were called forbidden land. Even the leaders of the Hellhound Family would have a hard time surviving inside. But with no other choice, the Tower Master could only take that route.
At times, he had fallen into traps that could kill even the most powerful of existences. Other times, he had to face monsters that had no physical bodies or souls.
