The hairdresser narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up at the sky of the Painful Furnace.
...He had never seen a world where the "sky" pressed down so low.
The steaming white fog with a sulfurous odor had completely obscured the true color of the sky, like a thick layer of clouds.
At its lowest edge, it was no more than four or five meters from the ground.
The space between heaven and earth was so cramped that it gave people a suffocating sense of oppression.
And because the sky was too close to the ground, it also restricted the hairdresser's vision. Slightly farther away, he could not see clearly... It felt more like a "cloud-topped" cave than an open volcanic crater.
Strangulation walked with practiced ease, guiding the hairdresser in a certain direction.
The White Lion said offhandedly, "This is considered a safe zone, so you can relax a bit here."
"How so, won't Shadows appear here?"