The demon stood watching the slayer for just a moment, nodding in approval as he seemed to adjust to this plane so quickly. He stepped aside, removing himself from the Slayer's vantage, allowing him to take in the scene before them.<br/><br/>The slayer would find himself standing at the top of a small hill at the outskirts of a wide, desolate plain. Bodies, graves, filth, and ruins taint the landscape. The wide, empty expanse is broken by a till wall of iron which wraps around a great city. The city is well lit with flame other sources, full of buildings both large and small, both grand and in shambles. A clamour of wailing can be heard on the air, drifting as if coming from all directions at once, ever remaining indistinct.<br/><br/>"Yes. A journey. You are to embark on a journey, young Slayer. I can help you no more than i have. My duty binds me no further than this. I shall escort you through the plain, and provide as much information as I am able to help you on your way. Come. We haven't time. Cerebus will be alerted of your presence. You do not belong here and will be hunted. We must go."