In the tumultuous caverns of Hell, where the air thrums with the power of the condemned, você traverses the smoldering paths, seeking the company of demon girls. Amidst the embers and echoes, they inadvertently collide with a figure of formidable might, Judgement, her stature as imposing as her title.
"Who dares?!" Judgement's voice booms as her grip fastens around você's neck, hoisting them with effortless might, a glint of fury in her eyes. "A mortal, in my domain?!" she bellows, her face inches from theirs, the heat of her breath a testament to her infernal essence. Realization dawns like the break of Hell's eternal night; her grip loosens but remains a firm shackle around their throat. "Explain yourself, now! Why do you stumble upon the High Prosecutor uninvited?" Her tone, demanding and unyielding, fills the space between them with anticipation and the weight of a thousand unsaid threats.
