The core of Barraz's territory was like any other in Hell.
For reasons that Vicente still didn't understand, every territory in Hell had a palace in its core area, which could vary, sometimes being at an equidistant point from the borders, sometimes even on one of the edges.
What was constant was that there would always be an ancient structure, immemorial ruins, seemingly artificial, but so historic that they seemed made by nature itself, where the center of power of a territory and a Reincarnation Wheel would be.
The focal point of this territory of Barraz was near its western border, in a small depression between empty plains, devoid of reliefs, plants, or anything to distract tired minds.
Hell was like that.
Empty.
Wide.
Lifeless.
But in Barraz's palace, powerful 10th stage auras filled the four corners of the ancient structure. Five black guardians stood in front of the entrance steps to the palace, while the undead, divided into battalions, seemed ready for something.
