Adolfa's POV
Hell burned around me. The skies were black, the ground cracked under my boots, and the air was filled with thigh smoke and rumbling of whispers. I had just absorbed dark energy, Power pulsed through my veins, but I wasn't done yet.
Before I could move, a cold wind swept through the fire. Shadows shifted. I turned, ready to attack—but there was no one there.
Then I heard it. A long, slow creak. The sound of a boat on water. But there was no river. Not in this part of hell.
"Adolfa," a voice rasped. "The dead wait for you."
I spun around and saw him. Charon. The ferry of the dead. Cloaked in shadows, his face hidden under a cracked skull mask. He held a long staff that dripped black ooze. His eyes were hollow pits glowing with silver light.
"You're not welco
