Why call it a living hell? Because outside the window, it looked like hell itself.
Lava flowed across the ground, the stench of sulfur was unbearably pungent, and humans slaughtered one another to survive.
There were over ten thousand people-not a vast number, but hardly a small one, either.
Some wore numb expressions, like walking corpses, as though nothing that happened could draw their attention.
Others wore vicious expressions, fighting one another to the death over scraps of food.
And that so-called food was a type of fungus growing near the lava.
Judging by its garish colors, though, it certainly wasn't anything normal.
Those who managed to seize some food couldn't wait to stuff it into their mouths.
Then their eyes turned an eerie red, and they grew even more frenzied. Some had even begun to mutate.
After that, they began slaughtering one another, seemingly reduced entirely to killing machines.
Those who survived the slaughter were turning into the hollow-hearted, hollow-hearted sinners, murderous fiends, and the like.
They should all have been devout believers, but the environment here had turned them into demons.
Ciel spotted the elderly pope huddled together with several cardinals in a corner.
A few believers stood outside their group, protecting them.
But they, too, wore shackles that restricted their magic. Without their magical power, they were no different from ordinary humans.
They were even weaker than those who had lost their humanity and degenerated into demons, leaving them able only to defend themselves.
Fortunately, the mutated humans also slaughtered one another, keeping the elderly pope's group from being overwhelmed.
Ciel wanted to go out and help, but she couldn't even get out of this prison.
Suddenly, Ciel noticed a fissure appear in the blood moon overhead.
The fissure transformed into an enormous eye.
The enormous eyeball