Capítulo 155: All Is Not Well

"Sure! Anywho…About the method of returning to the Artificial Devil's domain…" Klaus scratched his chin, looking up.

Above them, the entrail-like ceiling, seemingly sentient and pulsating as crimson liquid continued to rain down periodically, it seemed to stretch on infinitely in all directions.

"How do we do that? It's way up there," he asked.

"I said I knew a way to escape, but it's not exactly a "trail", if you catch my drift," Klaus told him as his white, thick tail swayed behind him.

"Huh…?"

He looked at the white-skinned, demon-transfigured man who left the bounds of the small island, beginning to walk into the crimson swamp again as he ushered for him to follow.

"Ah…Alright…"

A bit of hesitance came with reentering the grotesque, knee-high swamp, but he followed behind Klaus, using both the mystical cane and his spear as a means to aid his slimy step.

"About how we'll get you out of here…" Klaus said.