Kapitel 891: Seventh Circle, Violence (Part 2)

On the floor of the Seventh Circle, the warriors below looked like distorted figures in a grotesque painting, their repetitive and desperate movements creating a hellish scene. 

Heat emanated from the bloody ground, rising in waves that distorted the air and made it difficult to see. Kaizen could feel the weight of death and pain permeating every inch of that eternal battlefield.

Blood Lily, with her majestic wings, flew with agility, dodging attacks with supernatural grace. His every move was a declaration of strength and skill, a reminder that they still had a chance of getting through that hell without succumbing to violence.