“I’m not—” Mamoru started to protest. It was unseemly for a koro to admit fear, but he stopped short at the knowing look on his mentor’s face. “It’s just… isn’t fire what Hell is made of?” “Not just fire. There are boiling seas in Hell also,” Kotetsu pointed out. “Oh.” Mamoru hadn’t thought of that. “I didn’t…” “You misunderstand the order of the world. Hell is fire without the calming influence of Nagi and Nami. Fire without the power of gods to balance it. And what is our jiya?” “The power of gods,” Mamoru said.
