Endless obsidian plains stretched before them as an otherworldly chill permeated the air. An eerie silence enveloped Vicente and his companions as they materialized in Hell's domain.
Upon his return to Hell, Vicente could feel his power surge with each breath. There was something oddly comforting about being back in this realm, as if some ancient force welcomed his presence with silent approval. Yet he remained vigilant, scanning his territory for potential threats while his companions marveled at their forbidding surroundings.
To his relief, the immediate area appeared secure, with no hostile entities in sight.
A knowing smile crossed Vicente's lips as he sensed imminent transformations. Turning to observe his companions, he witnessed their auras expanding at an extraordinary rate, far exceeding the modest boost to his own considerable power.
