The entire corridor seemed to have been ravaged by unknown creatures, with narrow indentations stretching several meters along the iron walls. The lines and pipes beneath were completely exposed, accompanied by the sharp sound of steam, which spewed out from the gaps and filled the entire space.
The smell of blood mixed with rust, combined with the pervasive steam, created an indescribable sense of suffocation. A layer of water droplets clung to the surrounding metal, and there was a sound of liquid dripping behind the mist, with no one knowing if it was blood or just water.
"The game has started..."
Eve whispered, instinctively gripping the Willow Blade in her hand.
To the Demon's body, this thing posed no threat at all; it wasn't even a weapon. But it was all that Eve had, so she held it tightly.
