God Prison

Swoosh!

As a gust of cold wind blew over her, the Black-Horned Demon Natalie opened her eyes slowly and shook her head helplessly. Upon seeing the scars on her body and inspecting her internal injuries, her expression turned sad. Her lovely face was very pale, and her long snow-white robe was bloodstained. Her pretty hair was draped messily over her shoulders, and her eyes were spiritless. She seemed very haggard!

Pitch-black walls, bone-chilling cold wind, and deadly silence.