The heavy atmosphere created by the stories of the eight-hour torment didn't lift, and it didn't look like it was going to either. In my mind, the question 'if the eight-hour torment is this, what kind of place is the second floor of Hell?' kept spinning around. Using a logical perspective, it must be an even more disastrous place; Elenora's entire party is there, and now I can fully understand our mage's sorrow.
"Max, my boy, that's enough resting for me. Should we get started?"
Sukrucuk didn't lift his head while talking; he's harsh, tactless, and a bit of a show-off, but his heart is too soft. Realizing he couldn't shake off the weight of the stories on his own, he wants to get rid of this burden by slaughtering Fallen.
"Is everyone okay? Should we start?"
