A strong, unprecedented space pressure, as if to squeeze out the soul, came crashing down; the scene before them twisted violently, becoming blurry, and then suddenly snapped back into sharp focus.
When Lynch's vision returned, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar, spine-chilling place of horror.
This place looked like... an infinitely vast dungeon? No, more precisely, it was like a concrete manifestation of the word "Hell"!
Wherever they looked, there were ghastly and terrifying sights. On either side were rusted metal cages that extended endlessly, filled with countless white bones and twisted corpses.
The ground cracked open, with dark red lava flowing relentlessly, emitting intense heat and a pungent smell of sulfur.
Charred bodies were bound to the massive bronze columns, and the walls were lined with all sorts of rusted, dark red-stained torture instruments—flensing knives, iron maidens, branding irons, hook chains... everything imaginable.
