1171 A Journey Around The Limbo

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Now that we were done with our brief stay in the Imp Village, we were more than ready to travel through these wonderful lands. The Gates of Hell were quite the place to stay in, filled with the screams of the damned at every corner, horrendous demonic beasts uglier than a "your mom" joke, and above all, all sorts of strange natural disasters.

We began walking around the desertic wastelands made up of orange and red rock, as we saw pools of lava everywhere, giant red serpents swimming around them, flying demons throwing spears at us (they tasted like chicken), and what else? Well, a living tornado with a big crimson eye named "Living Catastrophe" apparently natural disasters here are alive somehow, and they're some kind of new species of creatures. I guess they're similar to divine trials.