"Don't think you could've helped earlier with that?!" Bonney chastised the former Marshal, Rhico "I could've. But you all seemed to have it handled…"
"Typical Rook. Letting others do the work for him instead of taking action himself…" Hornigold disdain. Rhico furrowed his brow anger spreading across his face, he almost let what he considered a rash and inconsiderate side of him take over. But he tamed himself.
"I have my own reasons for why I did what I did in the past." Rhico looked around at the surrounding swamp. It stunk to high hell. It was like sulfur, rotten eggs, wet wood and mud. The trees around them were large over sized mangroves. It was as if the entire level was a canopy. Sounds of croaking and fluttering with chittering of insects reporting around the swamp
The level had many sections of tangling roots with one large canopy of roots above. As if what happens when the roots of a tree happens to a pipe. Tangles of roots, branches, trunks, and bark spindled along the entire place. There seemed to be fruit handing from some of the branches.
This was gluttony. The point of this level was to starve or to cause people to over eat. Giant Rats known as Vermin roamed the level, chasing, eating away at, and just spreading filth. Some prisoners were forced to eat so much that they threw up, as the fruit from the trees offered no nutrition, but had a chemical in them that caused people to expel their stomach contents. And others never had appetite to consume anything because of a bacteria that the rats carried.
But in this level much like the others, there was a lack of people. But quickly this was made apparent why, the elevator was open.
"The Lock down seems to have been bypassed…But how?! And who? The only way for that to happen is if-"
"Captain. The elevators on all levels have been successfully opened." Dullahan of the Black Beard Pirates alerted Vane via a den den. But given the structure they were in, and how difficult it was for radios to operate unless specially made like the guards had, Den Dens were the only way communicate in a place like this
"Good work Du. Should make us getting down to Tartarus all that much easier!" Vane said over his own.
Around Dulahan sat a dead member of Death Watch. One of the two initially activated before total lock down occurred. She had long neon green hair, and tanned skin. But her body seemed to have shriveled from what ever had occurred with her encounter with Dulahan
"We're almost down to Phlegethon. Any word on where the Warden is?" Brutus then asked over his own radio
"Yes. It seems that hes moving his way through treachery as we speak. Given only the fact that there are disturbances being reported on the machines. As to what it is, is unknown. But its a guarantee its the Warden on the prowl."
As for the Ferry Union. They were falling on rough times. Having taken the myriad of tunnels and piping in the walls of the Prison, they had made it up to phlegethon, thunderous foot steps clashing against the cat walks above the the tortuous pits of burning oil and other hot materials. If there was a way to torture someone with heat it was done here.
Pyres blazing, bronze bulls. It may have been one of the most complex levels of styx. As instead of it being a singular open area like treachery or the frozen wastes. This area had buildings inside of itself, cat walks that connected them, open areas, it was like a furnace or forge made into a building.
A single burning fire sat at the very bottom of the level. Almost always visible if peered over the side of the footbridges
"It couldn't have been the Ferry Union that did this. These lifts can only be controlled by the main control center at the surface of the island. By my estimates, and from what I can feel, the Ferry Union are at the level above us. We'll stop there and lend them assistance while we make way to the surface."
The group entered into the elevator, and it worked as normal as during any other time. It moved smoothly up through the shaft. And around them the air began to warm, and grow in temperature.
The moment it opened up. The sounds of hell entered the shaft!
Unlike any of the other level before it, the light in this level was almost unbearing! The fires from around, the furnaces that heated cells to levels that were excruciating, sweating and dehydrating those inside. Screams of agony from those trapped in furnaces.
But then there was the sounds of battle. Currently in the level there were three members of the Death Guard. The sounds of their shock waves and powers casting shadows along walls from the flickering Inferno
"Theres so many souls around, that its hard to make out whats what!" Diva said "Im not yet fully healed, as I'm conducting as best as possible…"
"If I was at full strength I'd be able to heal these wounds with not just my fruit, but force them shut…"
"What shall we do now?" Rhico asked. His body beginning to sweat to to the immense dry heat around the group
"I say we split up, each of us try and help the Ferry Union as best as possible and meet back up at the top of the Level where the main lift is!" Diva said. "Now lets go! Death watch is waiting for us!"
"Hey hey hey! Wait what about us I aint helping no fuckin' Union!" Bonney said, attempting fruitlessly to protest against them. But he knew that with out them.
"Fine. If it was I must do. Then so be it." Hornigold said. Gold lifting him up into the air.
"Red Sash, would you allow me to accompany you?" Mar-Syl questioned "Of course." He stretched his arm out, and zipped across to the next foot bridge "Hey! Didn't you just hear what I said damnit!" Bonney screamed
"Bonney. You truly are a coward." Rhico said. Not looking to him, a small smile coming across his lips "Shut it! Not all Pirates have to be some might Marshal of the Sea like you are!"
"Diva. If you would allow. May I join you? So that I may keep an eye on your wounds."
"Yes. Lets go." She said. Leaping away…And leaving Bonney to his own mania of the situation he was in
"Shit!!!"