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Hell Detective Huss

"Hmm..." As the two conversed, Huss on the ground made a faint noise, indicating he was still somewhat conscious.

Forseti walked over to inspect him and found that his injuries were healing at a visible rate, nearly fully recovered.

This was not surprising. Huss was a powerful demon of the seventh level. While he was still far from the likes of Lucifer and other hell lords, he possessed extraordinary abilities and naturally boasted remarkable physical resilience. His injuries were healing rapidly, akin to divine regeneration.

After a while, Huss shook his head and woke up, rising from the ground to gaze up at Forseti.

He cautiously took a step back and asked, "Who are you?"

"To put it simply, I just saved you," Forseti replied.

"He's right," Glad said. "If it weren't for him, I might still be under Zatanos' control."

Huss looked at him, astonished, and then asked in disbelief, "You're the Ghost Rider who broke free from Zatanos' influence?"

"Yes," Glade affirmed.

Huss hurriedly inquired further, "How did you manage it?"

Glade gestured towards Forseti.

Huss scrutinized Forseti once more, then asked after a thorough examination, "This isn't your true appearance, is it?"

"Why do you say that?" Forseti raised an eyebrow, skeptical that Huss could see through his Night Elf disguise.

"Your transformation is clever, almost perfect. But to a discerning detective, perfection can sometimes be a flaw," Huss smiled. "What should I call you, stranger?"

"Forseti."

Unexpectedly, Huss widened his eyes upon hearing this. "The Aesir God?"

"You know me?" Forseti was surprised.

Hell had long been cut off from the world, making information scarce. Having spent two thousand years in exile on Sakaar, his existence was shrouded in mystery, known only to fallen angels like Lucifer who recognized him as Asgardian, but not much beyond.

Yet here was Huss, recognizing his identity directly.

"Yes. Despite being in Hell, I can identify at least twenty Asgardians. I am the most renowned detective here; no one is better informed than me, not even Murphy Stowe," Huss said confidently.

"Forseti, God of Aesir, you've been absent for a long time. But I recognize you as Odin's sun god. I also know of your formidable power, the Holy Light, the bane of demons," Glade added, surprised.

At this revelation, Glade pleaded again, "As the sun god of Asgard, surely you can confront Zatanos and save my brethren!"

Forseti, however, shook his head. "Outside, I would gladly assist. But here in Hell, I can't challenge Zatanos alone. Even if I could defeat him, other Hell Lords might come to his aid..."

"It's unlikely," Huss interjected. "No Hell Lord supports Zatanos; they all wish to see him face divine justice."

"Why?" Forseti inquired.

Huss explained, "After gaining control of the Spirit of Vengeance, Zatanos harbors grand ambitions, even aspiring to rule Hell. He's become a thorn in the side of other lords, isolated and hostile."

"Yes, Huss is correct. Zatanos is a notorious enemy among Hell's lords. He's been ostracized from the Council of Satan, with no one willing to ally with him," Glade quickly added.

Forseti remained silent, lost in thought.

Huss continued, "By the way, can you release the Ghost Riders? Under Zatanos, there are hundreds of them. Created by the Lord, they're formidable fighters with powers akin to the Holy Light. They could subdue most demons and form Hell's strongest legion."

"If you can free the Ghost Riders and unite with them, not even another Zatanos could oppose you."

Forseti pondered for a moment, then turned to Glade. "Is there a way for you to leave here afterward?"

"Well..." Glade hesitated.

Huss grinned. "Leaving Hell is simple. There's an exit in Black Heart's domain. Black Heart is the weakest Lord of Hell, slightly stronger than me at best."

"Forseti, you seem quite optimistic," Forseti remarked.

Huss chuckled. "Of course. I've been investigating Zatanos for half a strength medallion for years. I believe I'm close to finding it."

"A strength medallion?" Forseti inquired.

Huss turned to Glade. "It's an ancient artifact from Earth. Despite Earth's seemingly inconspicuous status, as Hell's greatest detective, I assure you it harbors countless powerful artifacts and knowledge. The Strength Medallion is one such artifact."

"This potent magical item surfaces only in rare legends. Few know of its existence; many believe it lost. But it does exist in our world, known to a select few like the Blood Clan. Humans guarded it secretly until Zatanos discovered and seized half of it."

"During the fierce battle, against the Blood Clan who fought to the death, Zatanos managed to secure only half of the Strength Medallion. The other half remains hidden,