Chapter 54

• Dahlia sprinted with every ounce of strength she possessed, desperate to evade the axe that seemed destined to find its mark, lodging itself between her neck and ensuring her demise.
• With a powerful leap, she headed toward the center of this infernal landscape, a place where the oppressive heat was less intense and where neither demons nor the damned seemed to congregate.
• In this desolate area, only remnants of what might have once been buildings remained—a testament to a long-lost civilization.