On the weathered edifice of a towering mountain, hidden by flowing white mist, a dark fissure brimmed with cold, impenetrable darkness. Tall pillars were carved from the black rock, framing it, and above it all, a triangular pediment was adorned with masterful reliefs. Time had eroded their edges, and all Sunny could make out were unclear shapes of dark wings forming an intricate pattern.
The path to the Underworld looked like an entrance to a temple, not a road leading into the depths of hell.
Sunny, Nephis, Mordret, and Saint remained in front of the towering portal for some time, observing it. None of them moved, but it felt like the crimson flames burning behind the visor of Saint's helmet had grown darker and more tumultuous than they usually were.
After remaining silent for a while, Sunny turned to Mordret and asked in a low tone:
"You've spent quite some time here in the Hollow Mountains. Have you attempted to explore the Underworld at all?"
