Red Sermon Blood

Deep in the dark womb of Hell's bar, from where the earth had merged with some unknown dimension, Orion and Wren had no idea. But after striding forward through this meandering downward slope of the clobbered path and feeling the gradually rising temperature, they were sure that it certainly didn't belong to their Earth.

They were walking for quite a long time but to their surprise, they didn't meet a single obstacle barring their way. It was strange because it wasn't like the path was completely deserted. 

No less than sixteen different powerful magic residues were felt by Wren and although inept to mana, even Orion managed to feel five exceptionally strong magic signatures in their path. It was more spooky to know things were out there watching, than actually facing them.