The souls tried to scatter across Hell of Flame, but the fearsome, ominous wisps of flames surrounded them and burned them to the very last speck of them.
Their agonizing screams echoed in the silent hell.
As fast as it became, their happiness of freedom, the pleasant disbelief they had, and every other piece of emotion they feltâ€" ended up terribly. It ended up throwing them back into the depth of despair.
After their last scream, the only thing that remained in the scene was black flame.
'Ugh,' groaning softly, Alastor staggered but did not allow himself to fall. He heaved a soft sigh while his chest got hotter, 'I suppose despair is now taking over this place, it is more than what I thought.'
It was certainly way more than what he had expected to go through. At the same time, the word despair seemed to ring a bell.
'I am now in the Temple of Despair, I should not have expected any less. After all, it would be weird that way.'