Leaving behind the dazzling lights and crowd of the metro station, Michael and Mercy moved toward the old part of the city, where the buildings had long since turned into ruins. Michael's face was rigid, as if he were trapped in some deep turmoil. The power within him kept reminding him again and again that behind the noise of the upper world, in the depths of the underworld, something far greater was being plotted.
"Michael, your silence is scaring me," Mercy said softly as they stopped near a deserted warehouse.
Michael yanked open the warehouse's heavy iron door in a single jerk. Inside, the air was thick with dust and the scent of old wood. Standing in the middle, he closed his eyes and raised both hands. "Gandolg never backs away from fulfilling his responsibilities, and if he has vanished like this, it can only mean one thing—something has definitely gone wrong in Hell. And if that's the case, its consequences will soon be seen on Earth as well."
