Martin, after dealing with the Seventh Circle Claw Demon Minion, continued on his way toward the Fire Duke Choros Tower.
What truly concerned him now was whether such attacks would become common.
Would each new step bring another twisted creation of Hell?
He kept running, and then flying low above the cracked terrain, testing the limits of this atmosphere.
His energy pulsed outward, still partially suppressed by the heavy crimson air, but stable. His eyes remained sharp, and every breath was measured.
"I also feel like my Teleportation is heavily-restricted here..."
"I should be able to teleport ten thousand km to any direction but, here I guess it is limited to hundred meters and that would be hard to do."
"Rules Of Hell, I guess.." he thought.
Minutes passed, and the twisted black rock beneath his feet began to shift in elevation.
As he turned into a curved path, a sound pierced the stillness.
Shrieks. Cries. Not from pain but from excitement.
