Under the heavy night sky, in an old library, Constantine sat in the center of a vast, intricate magic array and lit the gray candle before his knees.
Though there was no wind, the candle flame twisted into a drifting thread and slipped into Constantine's nostril. The next second, Constantine opened his eyes, his pupils turning grayish white.
"Sure enough, he isn't in Hell... What is this place..."
During the day after Lynn disappeared, Constantine paid a visit to his "old friend," Papa Midnite. He forcibly bought a magical item from the hat-wearing man and went to Hell to "ask around."
Lynn wasn't there.
Constantine then went to investigate the place where Lynn had vanished. He was certain Lynn could not have been taken away by Trigon's avatar.
If Trigon could accomplish that with a single avatar, invading this world would not have been so difficult for him.
Then where had Lynn gone?
Constantine believed that Lynn must have been teleported into some gap between Hell and the human world.
For an existence like Trigon, knowing of a few small-dimensional spaces was perfectly normal.
So Constantine went back to his supplier, Papa Midnite, and forcibly bought two more items. At last, he tracked down Lynn's location.
Constantine's body remained in the real world, but his astral form was exploring a place that looked extremely similar to Hell.
He knew he would not be able to stay here for long. The most urgent task was to find Lynn as quickly as possible and tell him how to leave this place.
"What the hell is going on with this place?"
Constantine had traveled to Hell more than once. Sometimes he went down there to find people, sometimes to find demons, and sometimes he was forcibly dragged down to help out. He