The Circle Of Death And The Hands Of Time

Salem's Hearth was a lot bigger on the inside than either Hannah or Garin had thought. The interior of it wasn't like Hell or Heaven based on the fact that it was neither bright nor dark. There were no fires and there were no clouds, no angelic vocalizations and no demonic screeches, no joy in the wind and no sorrow on the ground. It was very quiet and it looked and felt uninhabited.

Cleo had used her powers to give Hannah and Garin a marking on their bodies so they would be able to see each other despite being cloaked by the granulated concealer. She moved in front of them as they quietly made their way to the top of the highest room.

They reached the top and as they were about to turn the corner, Cleo heard some progressing footsteps and gestured at the Celestials to remain quiet and lean beside the wall. They waited until two Nephalems walked past them and as they did, they didn't see or sense them.

"Let's keep moving," Cleo whispered after they were gone.

They climbed even higher