The Damned Dimension stretched endlessly in every direction—an infernal wasteland bathed in eerie emerald flames and shifting, twisted shadows. The skies above were fractured mirrors, reflecting not the world beneath, but twisted echoes of Derek's greatest atrocities.
Asher stood motionless, an undying wraith cloaked in hellfire, calmly watching as Derek stumbled and crashed against jagged volcanic rocks, coughing violently as his charred, trembling hands clawed at the scorched earth beneath him.
"Where…is this…" Derek gasped, his immortal flesh quivering and twitching uncontrollably as the sinister atmosphere relentlessly devoured his mana and clawing away at his life force rapidly. Not in a million years had he felt such a mortal, suffocating sensation.
"This place…" Asher's voice echoed, calm yet mercilessly cold, reverberating with thousands of anguished souls intertwined within it, "...is where your soul learns the true meaning of damnation."
