Time melted before Amarena, until even stopping became just a minor interruption to the trial she endured. She had no idea of how many places she'd gone. The fields of Perdition were empty of portals. Tzal was now a smouldering bed of lava, with only a few familiar outposts to indicate there had ever been a city there at all.
She'd crossed the breadth of Hell several times over, and yet could not conceive that her task would ever finish. Not until he'd visited every last corner of Hell, as only grandiose liars would claim.
If not for her companions, Amarena knew she would have gone insane long ago.
The others had found survivors. Angels who had been outposted under the assumption of their victory. Demons who had hidden deep within their mountains. One group of demons had even lived beneath the same mountain as a Heavenly outpost.
