Dave woke up on a spiked stretcher, tied to it with barbed chains. Two horned and fanged demons carried him across the scorched desert, between burning volcanoes, tar geysers and lava lakes. The surroundings were full of stakes and cages with corpses, high cliffs with glowing red cracks, red sky beyond the clouds of black smoke. Somewhere in the distance, moans, screams, lashes, hammers, bone crushing were heard, and Genex stood out against the background of these sounds, screaming in heat and pain because of the prickly stretcher. After each cry, the medium inhaled hot poisonous air, while the thorny chains dug deeper into his chest, and this made him...