Surging tides of darkness roared and surged, driving Wayne and Hexuno toward the Hell Gate.
The inexhaustible pull of the Hell Gate rendered Wayne's efforts futile; despite deploying every trick he knew, he remained unable to escape. This wasn't his first encounter with the Hell Gate, and his second attempt proved equally hopeless.
A strange, ominous spectacle, as if foreshadowing that all things in existence cannot escape sin.
Alternatively, perhaps it foretold something else—that the more heinous one's sins, the stronger the pull, as if Hell compels them with greater force.
Hexuno, surrounded by roaring flames, surged toward Wayne's direction with her six wings unfurling in a dance of fury. Her cold, piercing gaze swept across all obstacles, the Oath Sword clearing everything in her path.
Her eyes held no regard for the Hell Gate—only for Wayne.
