The hell's Lip

A burning obsidian city filled with devils, their trade was the flesh of the sinners. All Sold both alive and processed in exchange for souls or traded for anything of value.

As they walked across the street, Cain quickly noted that the cheapest of the sinners was quite affordable. One soul was enough, and a cup of water would probably net him over twenty.

The devils stared at Cain and Selena, but their eyes fixed on Jack. It was rare to see a sinner wandering free, let alone wearing an expensive-looking coat.

"She's inside that mountain," Selena said, "I can feel her from here."

Cain bent down and touched the ground, closing his eyes as he extended his magic through the ground.

Ba-dump!

"I can hear her heart. It's weak but still beating." Cain opened his eyes and stood, "It won't be pleasant to pull her out of the lava with how weak she is. We should find a place to stay while I get my magic ready."