"Guess I really am in Hell," Razeal muttered to himself, a dry smirk pulling at his lips.
He looked down finally, the hot air brushing against his face like burning sand. Below him, where all those massive fountains struck the ground far below kilometers down, maybe more the impact spread outward into rivers and pools. Wherever the boiling red streams met the ground, they formed lakes, then split again into countless smaller rivers flowing in every direction.
"Interesting place…" Razeal murmured, softly whistling under his breath. "Honestly, this place has a weirdly soothing feeling to it.. even though it looks like hell."
It really did. Despite the twisted sky and the burning heat, his body felt almost… relaxed. Like a deep, calm euphoria spread through every cell of his body. It didn't feel oppressive.. it felt freeing. Almost like his body belonged here. Still, he shook his head. "Nope, not gonna think too deep about that."
