Naoko's action immediately set the black water churning madly.
The entire hell steeped in dark tones seemed to tremble. Naoko floated in midair as countless silver threads continuously wound around her, forming ring after ring.
These threads were not physical objects, but manifestations condensed from the power of fear.
Empowered by Fear Hell's core, they had reached the true level of hell, and were even more formidable than the power Satan displayed before her.
Every strand of the silver rings appeared incomparably sharp, filled with a terror that made one feel as though they would be sliced apart at a glance.
"Satan!" Within the countless silver threads, Naoko softly spoke those two words. Her voice echoed endlessly through the empty hell, like the summons of the Grim Reaper.
She gently raised her right hand, and the silver threads filling the sky moved with it, stretching in every direction as though they possessed a will of their own.
"It is time for you to be on your way, Satan. This is the will of fear. You have no right to refuse."
The black water in the pool completely condensed into Satan's body at that moment.
Its enormous, grotesque form slowly rose from the abyss beneath the black pool. Six pairs of twisted horns cast hideous shadows through the darkness, covering the surrounding ground.
Its body was covered in lava ravines that flickered in and out of existence. Dark purple blood continuously dripped from wounds hooked by iron claws, splashing ripples across the black pool beneath its feet.
"What exactly are you?" Satan's voice was hoarse beyond measure, as if millions upon millions of suffering souls were wailing at once. "No matter what you are, this is my hell."
Facing Satan's furious roar, Naoko did not answer. Instead, she gently closed her