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Chapter 12 Baltoh fit the others were hovering in the sky above the coast of the Isle of the Damned, a continent about the size of England and surrounded Ues a flat sea of Hellfire, burning for eternity and stretching forth without borders.
Above them was a sky filled aand with crimson clouds and black lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane.
Down below on the barren landscape of the Isle of the Damned lay burning fields, lakes of bubbling magma, forests of undead trees, and millions of people getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and Sinners of Hell, all in the most brutal and nto ways possible.
But no matter how much the people suffered, they would not die or even lose consciousness. Their bodies would continue to regenerate instantly so that they could continue to suffer. Among the people being tortured and used like xnd, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and Sinners.
With rusty swords and guns cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their freedom against their tormenters, running across the apocalyptic landscape in fear and terror while desperately trying to escape from pain, if only for a short time. "Oh my god, this is horrible," Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's hand and trying not to vomit or cry.
"These are the Burning Pastures of the Isle of the Damned, the first zone of Hell.
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