Unlike many worlds, evil people in Toril did not all go to Hell. Instead, they were assigned to either the Abyss or Hell based on what they had done before death. The former was home to demons—chaotic, disorderly, and innately bloodthirsty—while the latter belonged to devils skilled in every kind of deception and actively tempting others into traps.
Both the Abyss and Hell lay in the Lower Planes and shared a border. Their opposing alignments and overlapping territories had sparked an eternal war known as the Blood War. After countless ages, the hatred between the two sides had become irreconcilable. Fighting on sight was practically standard procedure.
But judging by the situation, everyone on our side should be human. Did Haluar have business in Hell too?
Hearing Du Pont's stammering voice, the man in silver robes turned to look at him. He frowned, and three silver-white flames of arcane energy rose above his head. Soon, surprise flashed through his eyes, and the next second, he appeared beside Du Pont.
"You're Du Pont, an apprentice from my academy. What do you need?"
"Yes." Du Pont nodded, only to discover that this man looked exactly like the Lavoisier he had seen earlier.
Though he did not know the exact situation, Du Pont quickly took out a sack from his Bag of Holding and released the Undead Companion inside. "I found this child after defeating a Cultist during a church mission. She had been abducted and deceived by him. Her special abilities surprised me greatly. I don't think handing her over to the church would necessarily give her a proper placement. Giving her to you might lead to a better outcome for her."
"An Undead Companion? An apprentice like you ran into one?" Lavoisier sounded surprised. "You may not be very capable, kid,