The desert of Hell stretched endlessly, scarred from battles past. The air was thick with the scent of blood and ash, chains rattling softly around Kairo as he stood amid the ruins of the arena. The Bone Blade rested at his side, humming faintly with latent power, responding to his every thought.
Kairo's crimson eyes scanned the horizon, calm but focused. He turned to Igron, who stood silently nearby, his dark cloak swaying in the acrid wind.
"Igron," Kairo began, voice steady, measured, "how do I leave this place? The Bone Blade… these chains… they feel alive here, but I can't bring them out of Hell without guidance."
Igron studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable, then nodded slowly. "The Bone Blade carries the essence of the pit, yes. Its power is bound to this realm — but it can be drawn out, if the wielder understands its nature."
Kairo tilted his head, crimson eyes narrowing. "Explain. I don't want traps, illusions, or Hades' tricks. I want the truth."
"The path is not physical," Igron replied. "You cannot simply walk out. You must pass through the layers of Hell itself — not as a mortal bound by flesh, but as a will strong enough to bend the realm to your command. Only then will the Bone Blade and your chains follow without resistance."
Kairo clenched his fists, chains rattling as if acknowledging his determination. "Then I'll do it. Show me. I'll leave this pit with every piece of it intact."
Igron inclined his head, a rare hint of respect in his eyes. "Very well. Follow me. But know this — the journey out will test more than your strength. It will test your control, your understanding of the chains, and your bond with the Blade. Only then will you step into the world above as one capable of bending power itself."
The desert wind picked up, carrying the scent of ash and blood. Kairo adjusted the Bone Blade, its hum growing louder, resonating with his aura. Crimson eyes glinted with purpose.
"I'm ready," he said. "Let's leave Hell."
Igron gave a slight nod, and together, they began walking toward the unseen exit, chains coiling, the Bone Blade humming, the remnants of the arena smoldering behind them. Hell would remember him — but soon, the world above would too.