The Hell
empty, not to retreat, not to coerce and relieve him from his hell, but to kill him and prove to everyone that he will no longer be the prey.
On that day, everyone around him was waiting, waiting for him to retreat in order to pounce on them, the mighty king's monsters, who made a vow to themselves to turn their lives into hell from the moment they were born and did so by the most heinous means and ways.
He looked around and saw their thirst for blood—beasts devoid of feelings of kindness and pity, machines made to kill without mercy.