THE CRITICAL SITUATION (21)

Fortunately, Dawn was right. Zenith stopped right in time before he could rip them off, but he looked in so much pain, the black beast roared in anger, the beast was enraged, as if there was something that aggravated him, or probably, he was trying to fight something off, something that he was the only one, who could fight this off.

"Zenith?" Dawn called him.

But, there was the time when all of the shifters felt the pain, as if their heart was being ripped apart, their skin was burned and the excruciating pain sent them to their knees. They couldn't breathe and with the heat of this place, they were struggling for air.

This place was very hot. At this point, they felt like they were standing on top of a stove and they couldn't even figure out how to survive this, because obviously, there was not even a shred of hope at this point.