Chapter 94: Chapter 94

Underworld Realm

In the deepness of the barren eastern dark desert, amid the gigantic dunes taller than any pillar, the five hundred demon renegades were made tiny, less than ants. The sun burned there, the wind whispered, all was in motion, too slow for the eye but more certain than sight. The feral said sand was neither kind nor cruel, but in the oven of the eastern region of the underworld, it was hard to think that it did not hate them.

The leader of the renegades, Landrie's back ached, and his tongue scraped dry across the roof of his mouth. He wanted a human soul to devour but found none. After all, this land was made for the demons, not the mundane, weak souls of mortals who died and now suffer in the dark pit of this realm. Oh, how he missed those days. Those days were gone; there were far greater things awaiting them.