Thousands of miles away from home he stood, facing a high mountain chain that concealed nothing but red behind it.
But despite the great distance separating him from that old man, his words still rang loud against the inner bounds of skull.
"Silas!" Persephone's voice reached him from behind, "We can't go any further than this, I am afraid,"
Indeed, they stood at the northern west limit of Solis Aevum. At the border that kept them from the hell their neighboring country, Gehenna, everyone knew to be. A place where rivers of liquid fire ran unfettered.
"I had and still have no intentions of crossing the border, mother" he spoke in a flat tone.
"Then why is it you stare at this line so intently? What goes through your mind?" she came to join him and stopped once they were shoulder to shoulder.
