When the Shattered Devil looked at him with those holes, Adrian realised he wasn't on Zenim anymore.
No way could a newborn Shattered creature be on Zenim. They were believed to be bred in Hell.
Is this Hell? Adrian questioned himself as he looked around him.
The mist looked quite eerie, sending chills down his spine. He felt a sense of dread, a feeling of trepidation to exit this place as soon as possible.
The Devil coughed once more and that was when Adrian remembered that ...there were coughing sounds all over the place.
As he squinted his eyes, the forms of the other newborn Devils came into view. They were all rooted in their place and...coughed.
Nothing else.
Adrian resumed walking. He wet his chapped lips trying to drown the deep anxiousness settling in his chest.
The more he walked, the more the fog around him thickened.
