บท 85: Infernal Prison Dimension(XI): Dark Sylphs

When Alex opened his eyes again, he was in a rather uncomfortable position. He was hanging upside down, over a boiling pot of green sludge, which was weird, sludge the last thing he remembers; was falling down the doorway to hell…...or rather the pit to hell. He looked around, but Louis and Yun Fao were nowhere to be found. It was confusing, but apart from the boiling pot of sludge, which as time went by and Alex got more in tune with his senses, he realized was actually a pot of soul, of toxic sludge, the noxious fumes coming off from it was making his eyes water.