After Tate’s feet touched down on the ground, he watched Levi and Sébastien subtly lower next to him. They had spent the better part of an hour scouting ahead, looking for the best route to take in order to leave the Dire and return to Sheol. The Fuath Bridge was how they came into the darker side of Hell, but seeing what they saw there, it may not be where they could exit.
Together, the three of them headed over to the huddle of people circling around one of the small lava potholes. It appeared they had something of a barbeque steaming on a make-shift grill. Although the meat was far from cow, pork, or chicken, the savory smell of cooking meat triggered Tate’s mouth to water and stomach to twinge in ardent reminder that he hadn’t eaten anything really substantial since the pteropus pal
