A few lakes. A mine. Some monsters clinging to the walls.
[ He fidgets where he sits and bites down the urge to flinch away as she turns her attention to his wounds. — He's never like sugarcoating the truth, but he also doesn't know for sure if Wrath is right about what he sensed. If he is, they're in trouble. ]
And according to Wrath... possibly the gates to Hell.
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[ He fidgets where he sits and bites down the urge to flinch away as she turns her attention to his wounds. — He's never like sugarcoating the truth, but he also doesn't know for sure if Wrath is right about what he sensed. If he is, they're in trouble. ]
And according to Wrath... possibly the gates to Hell.