The darkness that was veiling my eyes continued to remain there for a few minutes, and when I opened them again, there was lava and an apocalyptic environment now surrounding me.

Shira, Alliron, and Aratas were missing, and I could see around me a desolate desert that was way emptier than the one in the Duramato Continent.

There was something strange in this part of hell, I could recognize it as being the first layer, but there was something strange about it.

Usually, imps and the lower-level demons would be running around, trying to kill each other or do some other activities around this desolate desert, but there was nothing around here now.

Everything was too silent, and I doubt that the weakest demons would leave hell.

They wouldn't be useful. Some of them were even weaker than normal human civilians, they would be safer here.

Despite their weaknesses, most of the low-level demons were abnormally smart, so they would know the best to remain here.

What were the higher-ups concoctin