C824 CHAPTER824 WITHIN A THOUSAND METERS THERE WERE NO TRACES OF GHOSTS

Following a harrowing massacre and subsequent reformation, the array was finally accessible.

Sam Moreels stretched languidly, reveling in the atmosphere. If only things had been this way from the start, he mused, he might have conserved some energy.

A mere ten minutes later, Sam and his companions made their way into the crimson spire known as the Gate of Hell Pass