The icy air of the third layer of Hell enveloped everyone like a gloomy cloak, their eyes fixed on the three heads of Cerberus.
The spear of blood glowed brightly in Kaizen's hands, emanating a palpable, vibrant energy.
The monster, now with its attention divided between Alina, Og'tharoz, Andrew and Kaizen, showed signs of growing fury and despair. The chains that bound it were tense, each link tinkling under the pressure of the bestial giant.
Kaizen took a deep breath, feeling the coldness of the air fill his lungs. His body, however, was hot with adrenaline and determination. His muscles prepared for the throwing motion, his heart beating to the rhythm of the impending battle. He knew that precision was crucial, that the slightest mistake could mean defeat. Beside him, Bloody Lily watched with piercing eyes, ready to act if necessary.
