CHAPTER XXI
ROTWANG awoke; but he knew quite well he was dead. And this consciousness filled him with the deepest satisfaction. His aching body no longer had anything to do with him. That was perhaps the last remains of life. But something worried him deeply, as he raised himself up and looked around in all directions: Hel was not there.
Hel must be found...
Ah existence without Hel was over at last. A second one?—No! Better than to stay dead.
He got up on his feet. That was very difficult. He must have been lying as a corpse for a good long time. It was night, too. A fire was raging out there, and it was all very noise...Shrieking of human beings...
Hm...
He had hoped to have been rid of them. But, apparently the Almighty Creator could not get along without them. Now—but one purpose
