The group embarked on a journey through the twisted, streams that traversed the abyssal landscape.
As they rode along the turbulent currents, the hues of the surroundings morphed from fiery reds to ashen grays, mirroring the desolation of the demonic realm.
The streams, flowing with a viscous, otherworldly substance, carried them seamlessly through the hellish desert.
The air was thick with the scent of sulfur, and the distant echoes of demonic roars resonated through the arid expanse.
In that decisive moment, the tendrils of consciousness slowly returned to Iraelyn. Her eyes fluttered open, gradually adjusting to the chaotic surroundings of the demonic arena.
"Ah! Iraelyn! You're finally awake!" Vivi exclaimed with evident relief.
"Good thing that you're awake. I thought you'd never wake up," chimed in Desira.
