*storm's POV*

I stepped into the realm of hell, a suffocating aura of darkness engulfed me. The air felt thick and heavy, carrying an oppressive weight that seemed to press down on my very soul. There was no escape from the intense heat that radiated from every direction, as if the fires of damnation burned endlessly, scorching everything in their path.

"Child, you shouldn't be here." I heard a voice of a woman, but the moment i turned no one was there.

I continued walking. So the myth was true after all, since lycans never truly dies, their souls are tortured in hell until their rebirth. This was a place...