Asael didn't return to the cottage, instead, he made his way back to the Hells. He had been away for too long, but that didn't mean he was eager to return.
However, he unfortunately had to show his face eventually or people would start to celebrate his death.
His return wasn't for that; it was merely a byproduct. He returned just to gather information.
Noctyrn was a gloomy world, the skies were gray, silence etched into the very wind that blew. The mountain range was deathly quiet, no one went into the city in the heart of the valley and no one came out.
Despite sitting in the midst of the black mist, the stygian city stood tall, unwavering. Sheltered from most of the poison of the mist by a silver barrier created by the three-part moon which hung above the city.
Banishment from the city meant death as there was nothing beyond the mountain range, nothing but death and silence. Yet banished Shadow Demons had found a way to survive.
