Fertile Plain, near the Abyssal Rift.
"By the Evil God! I want to return to the Abyss!"
"Which fool led the way?!"
"Run! Run fast! Don't stay in this damned Material Realm any longer!"
........
A series of terrified demonic words, mixed with dying screams and cries of pain, echoed violently here, rising and falling.
With the last agonizing scream abruptly halted, all the clamor gradually subsided, dissipating into the howling wind and snow, leaving only the heavy and deep breathing of two of the Dragon Race.
"Galos, you should have brought me to such a wonderful place sooner."
Golden Dragon Alberto joyfully shook his body vigorously, the rapid tremor almost blurred his massive figure into a golden afterimage, flinging off the demon gore and tiny bits of flesh attached to his scale armor, restoring its original dazzling luster.
"Punish the wicked and eliminate the evil demons."
