Violent black tides pushed Wayne and Hesione toward the Gate of Hell. The gravity of the Gate seemed infinite. No matter what Wayne did, he could not move away from it—not the first time he was caught in the proximity of the Gate of Hell, nor the second time. It seemed like an allegory that nothing in the world could escape sin.0

Or, perhaps, those with greater sins deserved to go to Hell more, and thus the pull was greater for them.0

Hesione radiated a blazing aura as she flew toward Wayne with all six of her wings, her eyes frosty. Everything standing in her way was unceremoniously wiped out by the Oath Sword. She didn’t see the Gate of Hell at this moment, only Wayne.0

Below the Gate of Hell, Śār Auriel had just broken free of the sinful chains. He frowned, doing nothing to help Wayne. Although he didn’t like Hesione, he cared very much if Hesione was pure. If he could send the great sinner who had tainted Heaven to Hell through the hand of a demon lord, it would be ideal.0

To be blunt, he believed Wayne deserved to go to Hell.0

These inhuman entities were each up to different things. Wayne was busy saving himself, Hesione only wanted to save Wayne, Auriel planned on saving no one, and Lord of Envy… had been laughing nonstop.0

“Hahaha—”0

Black tides...0