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Morose environment, acrid taste in the air, and profuse hostile demons, Roger pensively rejoinder, the answer. Was Hell, real? Was it, a state of mind? A monstrous noise, echo in the distance, it sounded like cracking of bones. “Who goes there?” Sulfuric atmosphere, that surrounded this dark place, send him into a state of mental dullness.
He was surrounded be thick layer of smog, strange flame geysers illuminated the area, given all an ominous style. A roaring sounds, like a hungry beast, send his legs into a trembling motion. As the monstrous sound approached to him, he accidentally felt to his feet, sensing something between his hands. He grasped it. “This a..” Hilt of a fine, sword.