Cain plopped onto the ground.
Retrieving a flask from his inventory, his gullet contracted as he emptied the contents of it into his stomach.
Once he was done, he let out a shaky sigh.
He glanced to his side.
Julio was in even worse shape than he was.
Several days had passed since they had left Valestorm.
Several things had also changed during this time.
For one, his previous understanding of their situation. Even more, their current circumstances.
'Hell... This is Hell!'
Indeed, the entire City Z, also known as the City of Zoan, had been turned into a nightmarish Hell in just a few days.
Not only did Devils cover every nook and cranny of the city, the Devil Essence in the form of Miasma seeped into the very world itself, corrupting it and turning it into a vile death trap.
Cain couldn't count the number of times he had nearly died. Even he would not survive falling into a pit filled with Devil Essence-infused digestive juices.
