Immediately, a fiery aura enveloped Damon. It was not a fire that nourished. It was a fire that burned down everything in its path. It was a fire that was the definition of madness and chaos. He became even more shocked.

Even with just a small amount, the passive hellfire aura boost felt huge. He could tell that if he pushed it, his attacks would hit way harder. The strange thing was that the aura wasn't only on him. He could feel the same aura, traces of it coming off the nearby magma river.

No wonder the six-headed snake had such a strong skill. Living beside that magma for decades, the beast had learned how to use the river's hellfire. It had taught itself tricks most creatures never saw.

This was an extremely rare thing. Not everyone could freely use hellfire. It was just like the wyrm's breath. It was a superior energy essence that normal fire essence could not compete with.

The weird thing was, he had already come across two beasts who could use it freely. First, it was the demonheart ferocious lion, and now the six-headed snake. Both creatures had only a small mastery of the hellfire, but it was more than enough to give them a huge advantage.

This left only one question. Could the demonheart ferocious lions be somewhere nearby? The shuffling of the landmass was, in theory, completely random. However, small patterns could possibly emerge every now and then.

What if he was being carried into something with every fold of the landmass?

Damon thought about it for a while and then returned to his soul training. What was the point in thinking over something he had no control over? He sent his shadow clone to search for anything else that could be hidden in this place and continued to try and reach for his soul.

He was definitely not as talented as Sylvara or the old man in this aspect. Even after many hours, he was only drawing a blank. He took a deep breath and kept at it, and just like that, another few hours went by.

Damon rubbed his eyes. A whole day had slipped by, and he had nothing to show for it. The curse still held. His shadow clone came back empty-handed, and his soul reach felt dull and distant. At this rate, it would truly become impossible for him to make any move before the blood hall raid started or even ended.

Damon was contemplating what to do next when, abruptly, the world around him started to blur. "It's starting!" He shouted as he prepared himself mentally. The next second, he felt an intense heat wave assaulting him.

He immediately had a feeling what the next place was going to be, and there was only a fraction of a second before the shuffling completed and he was teleported. In the last moment, he shoved a teleportation scroll into the elven girl's hand and activated it for her.

"Get out of here!"

Instead of trying to remove the curse on his soul, he had to take this gamble and get her out of here. Otherwise…

Just as the world changed, revealing a fiery hell, a blinding light swallowed the elven girl whole, and her figure disappeared. Unlike him, she was not bound to the spot after all. She was able to escape from the location cleanly.

And just in time, as a pillar of hellfire slammed into the spot where the elven girl had been standing right next to Damon. The blast ripped up stone and ash. Heat hit Damon like a wall.

He threw up a barrier without thinking. Bastion of the Condemned bloomed around him and the girl's spot. The shock smashed the shield hard. Cracks crawled across it, but it held long enough for the worst to pass. Rock and molten spray rained down.

Damon let out a sigh of relief even as his health dropped by a whole 10%. The elven girl was gone. Her teleport worked.

On the other hand, he was not so lucky. He still stood pinned to the same spot by the curse, and whatever had hit them had been aimed right where she had been. If he had hesitated even for a moment, she would be a smear on the stone.

He had no time to brood. Just as he had guessed, it looked like he was currently on a particular pattern path. The landmass shuffling was taking him to some place deeper and deeper into the ground, maybe into some mountain, or some place where there was abundant hellfire all around.

This wouldn't be a problem if there were a lot of creatures all around him. He could consume their blood and slowly build a resistance to hellfire, and might even be able to use it if he consumed enough of them. However, as it was, he was currently at a huge disadvantage.

There were simply no demonic monsters near him. He needed blood and bloodlines to adapt, and right now, he was running low.

Also, Vampires had a natural weakness for hellfire. This was the fire that specifically belonged to the superior demon races. So what the hell was something like that doing in the crimson mountains? He had never heard of this place before, even in his last lifetime.

There shouldn't be any hellfire-rich places like this in the vampire territory. It simply did not make sense.

Damon sighed and squatted as he sent his senses around to see what he was potentially dealing with. He could detect some lifeforms some distance away. But they seemed to be on the other side of the mountain or something like that.

He was currently in the middle of what looked like a huge cavern, and everything around him was burning. There was hellfire all around him. Everywhere he looked, there were hellfire rivers, hellfire bursts, and hellfire rain.

His health was dropping fast. He used his blood reserves to refill his health, but his reserves would dwindle fast. If the landmass reshuffling did not take place fast enough, he might even completely run dry of his blood reserves.

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