Chapter 111. Hail or Hell?

“Fuck me!” James let out a loud cry. He was falling without landing. He continued falling and falling for about ten minutes when he later landed on a tree branch. “Fuck!” He was still holding his staff firmly in his hand. To him, where he has fallen doesn’t look like hell. It’s just a few trees around with mist covering the entire place.

He jumps down from the tree thinking he will set foot on the ground but unfortunately to him, he landed in deep water as he began to sink. He’s not a good swimmer. His staff wanted to slip through his hand but he grabbed it firmly.

He’s losing his breath at this time when suddenly the water disappeared and he began falling again. Only that this time the fall didn’t take up to a minute for him to land on sandy ground. The sand was hotter than the desert sand. Before he stood a gigantic gate with the shape of a dragon and out of the carved mouth of the gate like that of a dragon, fire was oozing out. “This must be hell, I presumed.”