Erin and Hebdo raced down the dim corridor, the blazing sun and clashing swords resonating behind them, neither dared to turn around to witness the true visage of the Demon.
They could only follow Lorenzo's instructions, searching for Ivar's tracks in this shadowy world.
The corridor was thick with the scent of blood. No one had expected that in the blink of an eye, the world would transform into a fleshy Hell, where death and strife lurked everywhere.
Hebdo, using the faint glow of candlelight from outside the window, pushed open door after door, shouting continuously.
"Ivar! Ivar!"
The call echoed through the corridor and soon returned to Hebdo's ears.
"Where exactly is Ivar?"
Hebdo muttered anxiously, and at this moment, cold metal pressed against his neck, delivering a chilling touch of death.
Erin raised the handgun up against Hebdo's neck, her gaze cold but brimming with tears.
"What are you doing Erin?"
