The air here reeks of rotten eggs.
The skin constantly feels a scorching heat.
The screams of some Dreadfiends bombarded the fragile human eardrums incessantly.
"Welcome to Hell." Devil Claude's eyes curved into crescent moons as he smiled.
The vertical pupils in his red eyes fixed tightly on Ellie Miller's back, "Ah, I forgot to tell you something, dear lady."
"While your body can host a very powerful soul, it is still, in essence, human."
The Devil 'regretfully' slapped his forehead, "But a human body cannot survive in Hell for long."
"You should feel it, right? There's no air for humans to breathe here."
Devil Claude stepped beside Ellie Miller, inhaling the unique rotten egg scent of Hell with pleasure.
No fresh air from the Upper Plane.
"What to do?" he asked, feigning concern.
"Those who die in Hell have their souls claimed by it~~~" The Devil's voice rose melodically.
Ellie Miller calmly took a flask filled with clear water from the Storage Ring.
