Surprise, surprise, the Dark Council has been plotting to force my hand. They know that I love Crash. Yes, I said the L word.
And they know I'd do anything to bring him back from hell-even though it means it puts both our souls into great danger. And puts my knees into running mode. (Cue the Advil.)
Now, I'm headed straight into a hell that is straight out of a Greek Odyssey.

Cerberus, the Ferryman, and Hades himself better watch their backs, because even they won't stop me and Feish from getting to Crash and finding a way to bring him home.
One way or another, I'm going to get my blacksmith back in arms.
And more preferably, finally in my bed.