He observed the nice and wide rivir at the bottom of the mountain. "That's got to be it!" He thought. His tired legs came to the river. Observing the wet ground he heard a sound of wailing and screaming. He was afraid. But as the silent sounds of the gentle river flow came to his ear, he calmed down and sat beside the water. "I could stay here all night and day... It is so bloody nice!" He thought... But it was a bit ironic.

The sky was acting a bit strange, and the water brought a cloud of steam. The ground was getting hotter and more humid, and the mountain was falling into a fog. The skies were no more promising, and the clouds started grouping and gathering. "I knew that the rain will fall, well..." Then he jumped as he felt the hot ground on his back.

The steam rised from the ground. Scared, he started to run, but something blocked him. Soon he smelled a steam full of death. It was stinking like burnt human flesh! The ground was getting a brown, nearly orange colour, and the sky was turning into gentle vanilla and then going into hellish red!

Finally, he heard voices. That original voices of screaming monsters, wretched souls wasting their feelings in the strange oblivion. While the air was getting more humid, he stepped back and hit another man.

-Hey, son, you don't want to get there

This other man was wearing a uniform and had a shotgun in his hands. His eyes were tired, but he couldn't sleep in here, not in hell.

-Come with me, there is no future and no return back there!

He was so frustrated that he had to follow the armed man. And when they approached the river they saw a boat approaching. Meeting Flegia, they bowed and entered the boat, on their road to lower hell... To be continued!