I wonder if any of us knew what it meant when we swore to follow him into Hell’s depths. It was only a figure of speech, until it wasn’t. None of us imagined we’d stand in the blistering heat of that wasteland, an infernal plane filled with indescribable horrors, and we with but one order, retrieve the obsidian blade. We knew what had to be done, and we all questioned if those directing our mission were suited to safeguard the artifact. Regardless, we were prepared to follow him into Hell.