"Since you've already found out, there's no need for me to say more." The black-robed mage stood up, dry fingers rubbing the cover of the historical book: "This will be our last meeting in Hell. Next time, I will seek you out with a new identity. Also, as long as you live long enough, you'll find your way home."
"Then, farewell." Lynch nodded, watching the black-robed mage disappear into the dense fog until even his Eye of Insight could no longer capture the figure.
"That's it, I've got enough. Except for one thing..." Lynch took some time to organize the demon entrails he had collected, those truly belonging to the Snake Demon had exceeded a thousand. The five thousand he had initially mentioned was purely to mislead the hags. Once the fog cleared, he could leave here safely.
But things never develop ideally. When the fog dispersed, a group of hags and devils had surrounded Lynch's tent.
