The environment was gloomy.
In some areas it was cold and in others it was hot, yet there was humidity everywhere and a variety of smells.
On a brick ceiling, there were dim blue or red lights.
Lying like a beggar next to a dirty puddle, leaning against a cold, gray wall, was a man wearing the remains of a tunic and hood.
The man in question was barefoot, his feet were dirty, his legs looked thin and were only covered above the knee with torn black pants.
The man's hands had no fingernails.
Cough!
Blood!
Drops of blood flew into the air when the man coughed.
Ha ha ha ha, you are a stupid and weak person.
Silence. There was no response.
Did you really think you were going to rule here? There are demons and humans here. They were all turned into prisoners by the members of your organization. Ha ha ha. All against one. You only lasted a day, but a day is more than those who fight against much less than you faced can withstand.
Silence.
Cough!
Blood!
