Go to Hell

Beneath the gray clouds and dark skies, a Gate from Hell opened up, leaking out a dark power that left the air tense. Sun Wukong felt the uneasy sensation that was strong enough to choke him a bit as he took a deep breath. "So this is where all that commotion came from, huh?" he asked himself as he stepped from the gate. Sun eyed the landscape and was horrified at what he saw. It appeared as though the World had ended in this section of the world and this section of the world alone. The ground was scarred for as far as the eye could see and littered with what appeared to be a large accumulation of ice over a large portion of the landscape.

"Mōen, Nagame, and Hibari... keep an eye out." Sun called as he leaped towards the ground below. Three figures followed Sun, cloaked in fully black attire and hidden behind white masks, as the gate closed behind them. Landing one by one on the ground below, the four kept quiet as they surveyed the area.

Mōen, the lanky figure who was denoted by the pair of swords sheathed on his back, was the first to speak up. "We'll need to keep on our toes, whatever happens here anything goes!" he called in an obnoxious rhyme.

"Can't ya speak in anything besides rhymes!" cooed Hibari, the largest of the four who was hidden behind a mask reminiscent to a boar.

Sun made a gesture for them to all quiet down, nodding his head towards the distance. The field was littered with corpses; some impaled on large glaciers while others were crushed beneath the grand floes. "It seems the person who caused this hasn't yet left..." Sun said with a cold tone, one that was easily out matched by the frigid cold air.