[Location: Unknown Forest, First Hell]
[Third Person's POV]
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"More! MORE!"
BOOOM!
BOOOM!
The ground shook like a drum pounded by the fists of a mad god. Trees—gnarled, blackened husks that had been here since the First Hell bled into existence—snapped like brittle bones, bursting into splinters as the shockwaves tore through the land.
Above it all, her laughter rose like a hymn of madness.
"Lady Zeraphira is at it again."
One of the scouts, a low-ranking hellknight, shielded his face as embers rained from the burning canopy. His armor was already cracked, sweat boiling against his skin despite the infernal air he had grown up in.
The other scout scoffed, though his voice trembled. "What can we even say? She's doing a service for the realm anyway. At the rate low-class fiends spawn here, First Hell would drown in its own filth if not for her…"
Both of them turned their gazes toward the clearing.
And there she was.
