"No!"
Chen Fen roared, his voice hoarse with desperation. Moments ago, he had been begging for mercy—humiliated for the first time in his life. Now, he was trapped in this deadly place by Rain, and there was no escape.
Hatred surged through him, overwhelming him like a wave, consuming every last shred of hope.
This can't be happening. I won't die here!
Up above, the blood-red vortex in the sky rumbled violently. Thunderbolts cracked across the sky, splitting it open like a web of lightning. Smoke boiled upward, a massive wave of dust and destruction.
The cave's entrance, now barely wide enough for a person, continued to shrink.
Chen Fen's face contorted, his skin purple, veins bulging across his forehead. Sweat and blood mixed together, carving lines down his twisted face. He looked monstrous.
