After the numbering was complete, the children were each thrown into individual cells with no light. The Demonic Cult members didn't provide any food or water for the children and they were left to suffer in the pitch blackness. Nibiru's injuries and hunger were becoming unbearable. His mind was playing tricks on him as he experienced hallucinations, both auditory and visual. He felt like he was losing his mind.
As the days went by, Nibiru grew weaker and weaker. He began to hear strange noises and see things that weren't there. He couldn't tell if it was his imagination or if something was really moving in the darkness.
The children were all suffering in their own individual ways, but Nibiru couldn't help but wonder how many of them would make it through the week. He remembered what the Demonic Masters had said, that only those with enough willpower to survive without food or water were worthy of serving the Heavenly Demon.
The mere mention of the Heavenly Demon sent chills down the spines of the children. He was a figure that was both revered and feared. The Demonic Cult worshipped him as a powerful and beautiful being, but those outside of the Cult saw him as a ruthless and evil leader.
Nibiru couldn't help but wonder what kind of person the Heavenly Demon really was. He had heard stories about his power and his cruelty, but he couldn't imagine what it would be like to meet him in person.
As the week dragged on, Nibiru's hunger and thirst were becoming unbearable. He wasn't sure if he would make it through another day, let alone the rest of his time in the cave. He knew that if he was going to survive, he needed to find a way to keep his spirits up and stay focused on his goal of escaping the cave and returning to Mount Hua.