The island was immense.
A desert of twisted trees, broken mountains, and black rivers that ran like congealed blood. Daniela walked across it as if it were just another battlefield, yet the weight on her shoulders was unlike any other.
Her body burned. Every muscle screamed.
And yet, she didn't stop.
The metallic sound echoed in the air—the snap of blades, the air being cut, the strangled screams of nameless creatures. Faceless demons, misshapen shadows, and grotesque beasts fell in droves before her, but no victory seemed to ease the pressure crushing her lungs.
Daniela panted, dragging her blood-stained sword on the ground for a moment before swinging it in another destructive arc. The ground cracked with each blow, the air exploded in flashes of energy. And yet, no matter how many kills she made, nothing lessened that uneasy feeling.
"Tsk…" She spat blood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "What the hell is this?"
Daniela, Scarlet's daughter.
