Skyler grumbled to himself, hoping the annual Gala hadn't already passed.
A breath of relief escaped him as he finally emerged from Hell through the same Gate he had entered. A rush of Evol surged into his body, which sucked it almost greedily.
Skyler rolled his shoulders. The instant his Light crystal had Evol, his self-healing skill kicked in, mending his wounds on its own.
"I need a bath."
He groaned quietly, not even flinching as the towering Gatekeepers of Hell—those same ones who had fallen unconscious earlier—stared at him in bewilderment.
It seemed the gatekeepers had woken up while he was inside, but having forgotten how he had entered, they were stunned to see a living mortal casually walk out—not alone, but with a pretty lady in his arms.
'Did an Overseer pass by? Good—I didn't cross paths with them. Otherwise, I would have made them pay, especially since one of them was the cause of...'
Skyler glanced at the gem in his hand.
'...your suffering.'
