The Devils Have Smiled
The air in the Damned Dimension was scorching, the very atmosphere oppressive and suffocating.
The sky—if it could even be called that—was a cracked mirror of darkness, the shards reflecting nothing but despair.
Broken pieces hung high above like jagged, shattered glass, each one reflecting a world long lost.
Dark green lava spewed from volcanoes, thick molten rock flowing like blood from an open wound, cascading down into the blackened earth below. The ground itself was a twisted, ever-shifting terrain of magma, jagged rocks, and shifting shadows.
In the midst of this desolate, hellish landscape, Asher stood alone, carrying Emiko's lifeless body in his arms. His footsteps were silent against the infernal backdrop, but every step he took seemed to echo with the weight of his choice.