Hell was empty.
In the First Hell, two figures were traveling in a strange manner.
They stomped hard against the ground, using the recoil to leap toward the earth above them. But then the "above" became "below," and they repeated the process, stomping and springing back and forth like jumping spiders with astonishing leg strength, darting rapidly between two layers of wooden boards.
"In any hell without a Sky Curtain, this is generally how you travel." Death Frenzy, up ahead, flipped her body midflight like a dancing red butterfly. "It's much faster than simply flying, and it also helps you get used to the special combat environment of Heaven and Earth Useless."
"Aerial combat in this kind of environment is far more complicated than normal aerial combat. Up and down can reverse at any time, causing people to misjudge distance. Pair that with illusions, spatial Miracles, and the like that can confuse direction, and a skilled demigod can rely entirely on positioning to dodge every attack while beating the enemy so badly they can't fight back."
"Demigods who are good at setting traps and ranged attacks are relatively strong here—if they know how to use the special environment of inverted up and down. But a Body Art demigod who learns to use Heaven and Earth Useless to close in on enemies quickly won't be weak either. In the end, any arcanist who doesn't know how to adapt to local conditions will end up at the bottom of the food chain."
Along the way, Death Frenzy didn't bring up the thing Ash cared about most. Instead, she went on by herself, introducing common knowledge about hell. She knew what Ash wanted to hear, but she simply refused to say it.
Ash didn't press her either. For one thing, he had no