Elara genuinely wanted to cry. At this moment, she deeply regretted not listening to the advice of the Third Elder.
Had she known how strange and powerful the other party was, she never would've chosen to follow them.
Now, not only was she deprived of proper rest, but she also had to work like a slave.
And this place—was it really hell?
Everywhere she looked, blue-green flames burned countless souls,
the air filled with their agonized and despairing screams as they were consumed by fire.
If she didn't get her 14 hours of rest each day, she probably would've lost her mind by now.
"Hurry up!" Malrik barked. "Don't slack off. If you do, you won't be getting anything to eat today."
"Ah!"
Elara wanted to cry, but in the end, she choked back her tears and continued dragging the massive stone behind her.
Malrik paid her no further attention. His gaze turned toward the distant horizon.
Just then, Drakhan suddenly flew over to him and asked, "Malrik, when will Master return?"
