The Fifth Apostle

As Aiden battled with Detritus Inscribing, the representatives of two organizations were meeting in a land far away from the seventh shelter.

In the heart of this desolate wasteland, where the sun's rays dared not to pierce the thick veil of doomsday clouds, stood a city frozen in time. Once a thriving metropolis pulsating with life, it now lay in ruin, a haunting echo of its former glory.

As the wind whispered through the skeletal remains of skyscrapers, the city's secrets whispered back, tales of a bygone era lost to the sands of time.

Buildings stood like unstable mountains - crumbling, their shattered windows gaping like hollow eyes, bearing witness to the passage of centuries.

Within this forsaken realm, demons roamed freely, their twisted forms silhouetted against the ashen sky.

With jagged claws and eyes gleaming with malevolence, they prowled the desolation, feeding on the despair that permeated the air.