Early Days In Hell

The sun blazed mercilessly overhead as Damon, Anaya, and Daveon stood in front of Ex-General Leana, who had come to be known as "Miss Leana" to her wards.

The trio stood at attention, their expressions a mix of anticipation and anxiety, or rather, fear.

They were about to venture deeper into the barren lands of the First Layer of Hell, a place known for its unforgiving conditions and lurking demons. So, it was quite normal for them to feel this way.

Leana's sharp gaze swept over them, her hands resting on her hips. "Listen carefully," she began, her tone firm but not unkind. "This place isn't just dangerous because of the demons."

Leana pointed towards the ground shaking her head. "The environment itself is your enemy. The lack of vegetation, the blistering heat, and the scarcity of natural hiding spots make survival here a challenge in itself."

Anaya raised a hand hesitantly. "Miss Leana, what do you mean by 'natural hiding spots'?"