Location: The Gods' Prison – a hell designed to punish demons.
The pain he'd been suppressing clawed its way up, and had his jaw tight with each ragged breath. His clothes were worn away. A searing heat wrapped around his body like a curse, blistering his skin, while sweat and blood slicked every inch of him.
Kai opened his eyes. His arms were stretched wide, shackled to twin obsidian pillars etched with runes so old they pulsed with a cruel, foreign power. He couldn't read the script, perhaps it was the language of gods, a dialect forged to bring demons to their knees.
His wrists burned where golden dust leaked from the chains, the same divine residue he had seen around the Spike–The immortal weapon– they stole from Deagara's castle. His lips were cracked and bleeding. His limbs were numb. The sheer weight of exhaustion tinted his vision blue.
