Chapter 548

• ~~David~~
• Hell was an endless maze of mountains, or at least Death's Grip was. The name made sense in a weird way, as if the mountains had a grip on the land and kept it dead, barren, and lifeless. Did the other provinces even have foliage? All Death's Grip had were bloodgrip vines, the occasional black metal growth of a skull brazier, or maybe a statue, and some burning bushes, eternally covered in small, dancing flames.
• It was beautiful, in a post-apocalyptic, oh-god-everything-sucks kinda way. They came across a tiny lava river, deep in a wide crack in the stone, and David spent a little time admiring how it flowed. It wasn't as hot as real lava, or his face would have burned off just peeking over the crack's edge with how close the flowing liquid was, but that only made it easier to admire.