THE SACRIFICIAL ZONE - 36

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Several minutes passed after I went back inside the building. Fires raged in every direction my eyes could see. I could feel the time flowing slowly into nothing. This made me remember something from the past.

A place where the victims of the cultist waited for their death while being in tortures - The Sacrificial Zone.

I shivered when I recalled one of my bad memories. That day, I saw everything inside of it for the first time. It was sickening, knowing the reason behind the tragedy. Because of that, I usually decline when it's too risky to go in there.

Unfortunately, I was the only one who had successful histories in this hell. I don't know if that is my punishment or a blessing in disguise, but...

I'm glad that I seriously finished all the missions related to this.

My feet stopped in front of the almost black doors. Carefully, I twisted the doorknob, which felt hot on my hand while my heart was beating fast in silence. Unfortunately, forcing this door to open is not easy - as if someone were holding it from the other side.

My stomach felt uneasy, fearing what hid behind the door. In a heartbeat, I broke the doorknob while swallowing my blood.

When it was opened, there's someone grabbed the other's neck inside the room. They had a pair of horns and black claws that strong enough to hold up someone in the air only by using one of them. As my body froze at the mortifying scene, only one question escaped my mind.

"Matron? Is that you?"

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