In that vast field of Hell, where even the dust was made of ash and blood, Claire's heart pounded in her chest like a war drum. She was hidden beneath the 'Soul Carriage', yet a strange glimmer shone in her eyes—a fusion of terror and hope. Before her stood that enormous black tower, from whose peak thick black smoke was rising, and that was the very place where the 'Emergency Bell' that could awaken Lucifer might be.
But the trouble was far from small. On the only path leading to the tower stood twelve demonic guards. Their appearance was so horrifying that the mere sight of them could kill a weak-hearted soul. Black spikes protruded from their bodies, and in their hands they held massive shields upon which the faces of writhing souls were carved. They spoke among themselves in a strange, harsh language.
