Chapter 253: The Hellfire and the Mortal Pact

The world was a symphony of destruction, played to the rhythm of sirens and screams. Buildings burned like funeral pyres against the blood-red sky. For a moment that stretched into an eternity, Abraham Looske remained on his knees, a statue carved from ash and despair in the heart of the inferno. The space where Asher had been was a wound in reality itself, a void that threatened to swallow the last dregs of his sanity. Despair was a chasm, deep and absolute. He had fallen into it, and its cold...