Axir followed the devil as they flew through the exotic territories.
The pillars they passed by each had a distinct aura and design.
And the further they went, the bigger the pillar became.
Axir looked behind.
There were over fifty auras following them.
Every time they passed by a pillar, a devil would join the gang.
"That's your pillar."
After passing the 11th Despair Pillar and crossing over a hundred kilometers, the 10th Despair Pillar became visible amidst thin crimson mist.
It rose from a basin of cracked obsidian. Over five hundred meters tall and oozing heaviness all around.
It was a colossal, spiraling monolith of black iron and blood-crystal, its surface layered with uneven rings as if forged by repeated, imperfect judgments.
Veins of dull crimson light pulsed within it, not steadily, but erratically, like a heart that refused to beat in rhythm. Chains—some broken, some whole—were fused into its body, half-melted, half-buried, each etched with infernal scripts.
