Chapter 227: Nostalgic Place

Unchanging red skies, wispy clouds far out of reach. The place where neither sun nor moon existed, but light never left, as if telling its inhabitants of what they could never have.

That was Hell.

"How does it feel to go to hell, Eugene Hall?" Noa asked. The two of us had landed on a hill that overlooked a city. The ashy ground and the dead trees all around fluttered in the dry, raspy wind, but the place was still full of life.

"Nostalgic, I guess? I hasn't been that long, but I had fun." I answered her while pulling out my ring and tossing it into the spatial dimension. I liked the purple stone, but since it was going to help Dantalian it was better gone for now.

"You've been in Hell!?"

I nodded casually at Noa's words. After brushing my hair up, I tried to focus closer on the city not that far downhill.

"Where is this?"

"You're the experienced one, you tell me."

"Uh, I kinda drowned the place I country gone to previously. Not on my own though."