Chapter 435: Era of Hell

I experienced it with them, but it's a whole different story with that group.

They had numbers, and not only that...I'd say each of them: Vale, Leonid, and Armen...they're at the very least equal to me, if not stronger. 

And with their regenerative capabilities and no need to sleep, they were perfectly built for Purgatory.

But now, it's just me. A human way in over his head, in his last seven days--what they call the "Era of Hell"--henceforth, Purgatory will throw everything it has at me to make sure I die. 

The hell if I'll roll over and take it, though. 

[Purgatory, Third Floor. Seven Days Until The End]

Shit. Shit. Shit, he thought. 

Moving with the spirit of stealthiness about him, he moved with his back hugging the damp, stone wall behind him, slowly sliding himself as to ensure he made zero noise.