Jayvel sprinted through the underworld, effortlessly evading the swarms of death gods that pursued him. His childhood friend was in need of saving. The black arts he'd so assiduously studied had received nothing but criticism from his friend, but now it seemed they were his only hope. Jayvel knew for certain that he had chosen the right path. His knowledge was his weapon, as deep as it was deadly. With unwavering confidence, Jayvel plunged into the depths of hell.
Artwork by MingzhuYang.