The Forgotten descended with a face devoid of expression, bringing destruction. The Black Descent Demigod fought valiantly for survival, while the great flood of judgment from Hell approached from both ends, soon to converge in completion, heralding the verdict of the end for all life. Since the birth of Black Descent Hell, perhaps there has never been a world-ending moment as cataclysmic, with each breath marking the fall of life, each moment witnessing the Mage narrowly escaping death.

Yet on this battlefield of life and death, where every second counts, three individuals simultaneously froze in place. The roar of friction between wind and thunder, the piercing distortion of time and space, the shrill cries of ice and fire, the despairing wails of the Demigods—all these cacophonies seemed to distance themselves from them at this instant... It was as if Fate had finally found its conscience, exchanging all their past tribulations for this moment of reminiscence.

Months unseen, Harvey appeared unchanged, still clad in dark red attire convenient for handling corpses, the mere sight of which evoked the smell of preservatives from him. But half of his face was ablaze, using white teeth and skull as fuel, igniting the ice cold flowing fire of pale emerald... Harvey had been cultivating Fire Technique within the Allstars prison, intending to transform "Ice Cold Flowing Fire" into a dual-faction Miracle of necromancy fire. He had always been reluctant to waste the legacy of tribulation entrusted to him by Qikara... It seemed he had finally made progress in Hell over these months.

Igula was draped in a black velvet cloak, elegantly attired with grace, yet Ash immediately noticed his usually well-maintained golden long hair was messily tied into a ponytail, strands fraying and disconnecting, bangs casually falling down as well, suggesting he hadn’t properly rested or bathed for a long time, maintaining only a semblance of appearance, exuding a hint of desolation... However, compared to Harvey, the ’prison faction,’ Igula’s desolation only accentuated the ’ascetic faction’ demeanor. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

As Ash suddenly plunged into a muddle of nonsensical thoughts, he abruptly felt a strong attraction pulling him backward, while simultaneously, Igula and Harvey were also drawn towards the fissure behind them.

Portal to the fourth level of Hell! Even without moving, the portal swept them up!

Realizing the situation, Ash and Igula didn’t hesitate, desperately reaching for each other. But everything happened so swiftly, so suddenly, even though they extended their arms almost to the point of dislocation, ultimately only their fingertips brushed past, the three of them brushing past each other, destined to return to their respective trajectories.

"Harvey!" Igula shouted loudly.

"Come!" Harvey’s face was ablaze with white flames.

A Divine Being in a masquerade mask appeared behind Igula, reaching out to Harvey and Ash, in an instant their minds overlapped, forming a chat group where they could clearly hear each other’s thoughts.

Divine Spirit·Concurrence!

Dead energy enveloped Harvey, the power of necromancy Wonder transmitting through Concurrence, manifesting a black line on the palms of the three, the black line rapidly burning, yet before it completely burned out, their consciousness accelerated, adrenaline intensely secreted, their world suddenly slowed down, even time became gentle.

Wonder·Death Line!

Ash immediately recognized the significant value of their abilities—Concurrence Divine Spirit could bypass all defenses to connect one’s mind with the target, Igula needed only to cast upon himself to infect the target’s mind from afar, originally not adept at direct confrontation, the spiritual Demigod now wielded a mind spear penetrating all defenses; Harvey’s Wonder, though a common consciousness enhancement, demonstrated the ability to interpret life through necromancy, indicating he had finally broken through the shackles of necromancy, reaching the realm of life and death transferral!

"Ash," within the slowly flowing time, Igula’s urgent voice rang out in the public chat group, "why are you in Hell—"

"You two bastards dared to sneak away behind my back!" Ash’s opening words brimmed with furious rage: "You should’ve waited until I finished bragging about the world’s most adorable Sword Maiden before running! I’ve been holding it in for so long just to see your envious, jealous faces, and you two ran!?"

Harvey calmly said, "We’ve all seen it, but I wasn’t envious. I still think Rose, Nia, and Filly are better."

Ash’s tone faltered, his voice tinged with bitterness: "Months unseen, Harvey, your first words to me are this harsh..."

At this point, the Death Line had burned past halfway, their bodies half-absorbed into the portal. Igula urgently said, "Don’t talk nonsense, I’m sure Ash you didn’t enter Hell with us, so why are you here now? What are you doing here!?"

"Good question, what makes Harvey insist on taking that coffin into Hell?" Ash couldn’t help but ask: "By the way Harvey, is Alice okay?"

Harvey replied, "Alice is fine. The battle came too suddenly; I didn’t have time to take her coffin, so I’ll have to make another one when there’s time."

"Ash!" Swindler’s voice sounded somewhat exasperated, like an aunt with no parenting experience facing two troublemaking kids.

"Just as Harvey refuses to abandon his coffin wherever he goes," Ash laughed: "So even if I can’t get into Hell, I won’t abandon you... I’m obviously here to save you two idiots, what’s more important than that?"

He paused, "Though things have developed to have more reasons now, saving you is at least the fourth... fifth most important reason!"

Harvey curiously asked, "What are the four reasons ahead?"

"Have you lost your mind!?" Igula finally failed to maintain his elegance, blurting out profanities: "You think you can save us? Dazzling Star, have you devised a solution? You’re barely holding on, yet you want to meddle? Even if you’re afraid of Level Six of Hell impacting reality, if the sky falls, Dazzling Star and others will bear it up, what business is it to garbage like you?"

Ash waited for him to finish scolding, then said, "I recently discovered Harvey’s coffin, considering cultivating necromancy, intending someday to resurrect you."

Harvey’s spirit lifted, "Good!"

"So seeing you, I’m really quite happy, at least I won’t need to learn necromancy faction." Ash laughed: "Igula, why are you so amazed? If it were me trapped in Hell, you two certainly wouldn’t let me escape you and wallow in freedom."

"Did you take a joke seriously?" Igula said: "Going to Hell together wasn’t a promise—"

"Wasn’t it?" Harvey was shocked: "I’ve actually been looking forward to it... But Igula, didn’t you constantly gripe about Ash not dying?"

Igula erupted in anger: "We’re suffering in Hell while he parties on earth, it’s perfectly normal for me to gripe a bit!"

"Sorry, I’ll be back on earth partying soon enough, but since you miss me so much, I’ll occasionally come down to visit you two." Ash chuckled: "So remember..."

His body was mostly absorbed into the portal, the Death Line almost burned away.

"Survive, at all costs, survive!" Ash pointed at the two, eyes full of firm resolve, "I will definitely get you out, wait for me!"

"Wait for me!"

The Death Line burned out, Concurrence severed, the Swindler’s magic storm swept past the spot where the three disappeared. 90 seconds later, the golden flood completed its convergence on the necromantic ark, the Forgotten army vanished instantly, Black Descent Hell brimmed with still golden rivers, the entire world returned to original dead quiet.