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~vick~ I couldn't take it anymore. The chaos around me was suffocating. As I watched the guys attending to each other's wounds, it felt like the walls were closing in. I slipped out the door, the coolness of the night greeting me as I glanced up at the night sky.

As they drove in, Bella stared around in awe, they had not exaggerated when they had said the Del Gato compound was majestically built, because it was indeed, tall, very tall palm trees filled the area and a waterfall in it's midst. Bella stared around in amazement, her lips ajar. The car halted and she inhaled for a while ready to meet her Mr Man, her mother gave her a small kiss on the cheeks afterwards. "Dante Cassato himself" a thick masculine voice exclaimed. Bella turned to see the almighty Lorenzo walking majestically down the stairs, clapping.

Larry gave me a friendly punch as he passed by then he threw a black handkerchief at me. “Clean your sweat, scary pant” he said. I held the handkerchief then I turned to the signboard, but It's not there anymore. I had to look again to be certain that it's not a mirage, there was a signboard beside me just now. Where did it go? I asked myself. ****** “Here we are” Eddy said. “What the hell happened here?” Larry asked. “Apocalypse” Xiao replied We get to a wasteland which seem like once a city. Rotten bodies shattered around, insect feasting on the bodies, some were bloated while others are nothing but skeleton.

And then, it comes into view. A fortress of a castle, dark and looming, emerges from the night, its towering walls standing firm against time itself. My mouth falls open in awe, my breath hitching as I take in the raw, breathtaking power of the structure before me. Built of stones in varying sizes and shapes, each piece unique, the fortress appears black from a distance. But as we move closer, the subtle interplay of colours—a mosaic of darkened greys and humble browns—reveals itself amid the sea of deep green that surrounds it.

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

She was so angry and cursed him and Wan out. What in front of him was nothing but a wasteland. And if he wasn’t mistaken, he knew this land too well. According to the description in the book, this place used to be a grave. “Country D.” There’s nothing within his vicinity. His eyes couldn’t pick a single decent form to make him understand everything or anything, in that matter. No humans. No living things. It was just a wasteland all around. “This is getting comical.” He brushed his hand against his hair while the other hand rubbed on his bare skin. “What the!!!”

The title on it was 'wasteland ' . ''Wasteland '' he uttered taking out the book from the shelf and reading the first page . After some minutes he was reading through the entire book , .'' So wasteland is a world where mythical things like fairies lives ? do they really exist ?'' he was confused . Then in the middle of the pages he found a note . Being curious he unfolded it . There was a coordination written there along with a symbol . '' What is this coordination ? and this symbol it looks like a full moon does'nt it ?'' he mumbled .

Harry asked, puzzled even. "I don't think so,...wait! If I'm not mistaken, we are in the Wasteland, Anna responded in an even more worried tone. Her eyes could not penetrate the darkness no matter which way she turned. The streams of waste were awful, the smell of dreadful. Sulfur and a lot more. This was worse than the dark forest. This was the bowel of Moonland. "Anna, goodness me! It stinks like hell in here!"

Unbeknownst to her, he wasn’t working with Telisha but with someone else. Uneece wondered if that was a lie. The strong, hot wind blasted at their faces. Uneece flinched instinctively. They were now stepping into another area of no man’s land. Luckily, there weren’t any predators close by. Her friend was used to the terrain. As they stepped out of the grassland, the scorching heat of the sun greeted them. “This is the Waste land.” She guessed. The literal vast land full of waste and bones. Gigantic birds flying in circles over them.

I couldn’t let one stupid person that wanted to destroy me stop me from moving forward. Riley chirped again. So I followed. The sand beneath my feet was dry and pale—not like the beaches of Moon Shadow, but coarse, almost silver. The sky overhead was too red. No clouds. No wind. Just silence. We walked for what felt like an hour, the landscape never changing. Barren. Empty. The kind of place that feels forgotten. The kind of place you’re not sure is even part of the world anymore. Then I realized where I was. “The Crimson Waste,” I whispered.