Before her, Serena beheld a great multitude of bowl shaped pits, perhaps four or five feet deep and
twice that wide. The walls and floor of the pits were lined with glowing red hot rocks, and the air held the
intense stench of brimstone. Most of the pits contained the writhing forms of the damned; moaning
and screaming; many fully engulfed in roaring flames. Their forms seemed to ripple and quiver, amidst
the waves of rising heat. Yet, so great was the heat of the pit, that their bodies had been reduced
to nothing more than skeletal remains. The flesh that sought to regenerate was swiftly swept away,
dropping from their bones and into the pit, where it was swiftly incinerated amidst the blazing inferno.
Even the eyes of these damned souls had been swept away by the flames, leaving but dark empty
sockets staring out at the world.
Within their rib cage and surrounding the bones of the legs and arms, a gray turbulent mist swirled like
smoke, yet never escaped. Was it just that, smoke from their continually vaporizing flesh, swirling in the
eddies created by the intense heat? Or was it something more substantial, something far more
precious? Perhaps it was the physical manifestation of their eternal souls?