A strange expression appeared on Sterl's face, and his voice turned deep as he spoke.
"I do have one way, but... it requires you to make a choice on your own. I can't guarantee 100% that you'll survive."
His words echoed ominously around them, carrying a sense of enchanting power, almost as if they had a magnetic pull, swirling and lingering in the air.
In the next instant, Hell immediately agreed.
It was in a state of extreme weakness, and this gray energy storm wasn't confined to just one layer of Hell.
It was sweeping across all 108 layers of Hell, each one enveloped by the storm, making it extremely terrifying.
It was like throwing an ordinary person into a vat of sulfuric acid—every second was filled with pain and torment, and it wouldn't be long before they were completely dissolved.
For Hell, Sterl's words were like a glimmer of hope to someone trapped in purgatory, igniting an overwhelming sense of desire and hope.
