"Move, we need to cover a lot of ground today." The blistering heat of the First Layer of Hell had reached a new level of intensity as Miss Leana led Damon, Daveon, and Anaya into a terrain shrouded by thick, swirling steam.
It was unlike anything they'd encountered before. The dense fog obscured their vision to barely five meters, creating an eerie sense of vulnerability.
Every step was a gamble, with the steam distorting shapes and sounds. Damon wiped sweat off his brow, his eyes squinting to make sense of the ever-shifting landscape.
"This place is miserable," Anaya muttered, her voice tense.
"Stay alert," Miss Leana warned, her tone serious. "You're ready to face stronger demons, but this is where it gets real. Welcome to the Fog Realm."
Miss Leana explained as they trudged forward. "The Fog Realm isn't just hotter—it's deceptive. The steam cloaks the movements of the demons that dwell here. They know this place intimately. You don't."