As City Lord, Annan strictly followed the daily routine his two deputies, Idelia and Olmedo, had arranged for him: do whatever he wanted.
After finally persuading Sister Deta to stay, Annan returned to his usual idleness. He sat in the City Lord's Mansion's living room, staring into space, then drifted off to sleep—
When the Lava Lake came into view, Annan realized he was asleep. But when he looked around, the Flame Phantom was nowhere to be seen... just like the last time he had fallen asleep during the day.
Did the Flame Phantom really only appear at night?
He stood quietly by the lake for a few minutes, but the Flame Phantom never appeared. Annan began exploring the land away from the Lava Lake.
The rough gravel beach beneath his feet felt uncannily real, as though it had always been there... Was this a projection of Hell, or merely a dream that had no existence in the waking world?
Annan gazed into the distance. There was no end in sight to the barren, hellish land. At first, he walked, glancing back now and then to see if the Flame Phantom had appeared. Then he broke into a tireless run.
Suddenly, a blazing pillar of fire surged up before Annan.
The Flame Phantom abruptly appeared within it.
"I was starting to think I wouldn't find you..." Annan stopped and flashed a sunny smile that would have left Girl and women alike staring. "Sorry to bother you. I... wanted to ask what kind of Magic Film you'd like to watch tonight?"
The Flame Phantom answered by grabbing Annan by the collar. A brief, searing heat washed over him, and then he saw himself flying through the air in an arc toward the Magma Lake.
Annan's open mouth filled with sulfur and