How terrible.
FEAR, they say, is a powerful tool.
It would control the mind and make many turn irrational in the blink of an eye.
Already, they had envisioned their impending imprisonment and life if the demons win.
Who cares about wealth? So what if you're wealthy?
You're still at the bottom of the food chain, and will still get devoured sooner or later.
Everyone once again felt their bodies quivering nonstop.
The hidden space they were in was cool and standard, yet, they were sweating buckets as they just fought off a giant octopus in the seas.
Their clothes were damp, and their mouths still full with the aftertaste of vomit.
Old Gia rolled his eyes heavenwards, cutting Lucifer and these ancient beings off.
"Food is what—"
