The Rise of the Black Plain

Chapter 2917  Into the Hell for the Last Time!

Entering Hell this time was much easier for Minos than before. Not only did he reach the inside of the dimension quicker and easier, he also entered Hell unnoticed by the powerful Devils.

As he no longer had a hellish crown, naturally, Qhava and the others didn't sense him. At the same time, because of the affinity built up and still existing in his soul, he felt compatible enough with the dimension to completely hide the signs of his arrival from those closest to him—those who could perceive him. As he looked from one side of the vastness of Hell to the other, Minos didn't see the relief on the horizon, but his destiny flashing before his eyes. A golden hourglass spun around him, while archaic symbols seemed to materialize in his proximity, with the ground around him moving as if it were made up of infinite ants. But the black granules—essence of the purest darkness in all of existence—were unable to rise beyond Minos' knees as he remained motionless, unshaken by any force acting around him.

His attention wandered long distances until it reached decades into the future, seeing ahead a series of variables that would lead him to entirely different positions. Lucky for him, the Hell didn't have a very significant population. After almost four minutes of focusing on his powers of clairvoyance, he found a way to Vicente Fuller.

His eyes opened and without looking down, he set off, pushing away the infernal black liquid that would 'like' to reintegrate with him.

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