Tomorrow, a new chapter in his life would open, but God closed the cover of the book. When he opened his eyes on the First Floor of Hell, he had to face off a whole new reality. All the rules were being rewritten, and he had to pick up the pen if he wanted to get out of here. He had to find those like him and play the role of leadership he had escaped all his life.
The areas around the starting village had only one vegetation: black earth cracked by fire.
Before the Boss appeared, the dust clouds formed due to the giant Halay circle that we crossed had not yet wholly dissipated, so Sukrucuk was coming from such an environment with complicated steps.
The Child of Sorrows Armor that covered his upper body was not dirty as usual, the shiny edges of the shield in his hand randomly reflecting the light seeping through the cloud of dust.
"It's like I see the face of this loser who brought me here right now, don't make a deal; I'll finish him off!"
Our tank sounded like an action movie artist. He grabbed Köçek, kneeling on the ground, by the neck and said his last words, pulling him to himself.
"Jewelry ceremony is starting; let's get the kids off the rink!"