"A plane-traveler,a being that travels between the mortal realms,heavens and hells,mentioned how the Soul Harvester managed to kill you and the others.Fenrir,Edge and Aphrodite.They are all in different hells." she replied.
"No wonder why..." Deroc mumbled in bitterness, "One day I shall make the Soviet pigs pay back for all their crimes... I won't forget how they pushed me to hell, and how they ruined the Chinese nation..."
She starting thinking.
"Should we go-on normally,in hopes that Lord Agroshar comes,or should we start working on escaping.Defeating the guardians will be hard."
"No," was his immediate answer, "There are too many hells for Agroshar. Even one layer of hell is tough for him, you know, too many fools there. We could only wait for eternity if we go-on normally. We must act, but not before refining our skills and harnessing magic once again." Deroc paused for a moment. "Wait! Uhh, err... dammit, I had a question to ask you but I forgot..."
Deroc suddenly remembered what he was going to ask for. "Ah! By the way, what's your name?"