In the vast expanse of the red desert, misshapen vultures swirled in the sky, and the heat roasted Innerie awake, the rough sand beneath her like a hot pincer in the hands of the torturer.

"Where am I?"

She couldn't come to a conclusion.

In the Hellbound Corridor, she encounters a formidable enemy with Chalotra, a high-order Abyssal Dragon, who is no match even for Chalotra.

So they were separated.

Inelli guessed that she must have fallen into the surface abyss.

She struggled to her feet, her movements tearing at a hideous scar on her shoulder that had already crusted, and she reached out and touched it, and when she took it, her hands were covered in blood.

Inaire didn't care about that, the heat made her dizzy.

She strained herself to look around, a red desert of rough stones and half-buried broken bones scattered across it.

On the distant horizon, a huge sun hung high, filling Inriri's entire field of vision.

The scorching light distorted the air.

She wrapped her white bear cloak tightly around her, trying to keep out the heat.

She didn't know where to go, but she knew that staying where she was was a dead end, and the vulture-like monsters hovering in the sky couldn't wait to feast on them.

"I have to find a place to get out of the sun first!"

"I want to live!"

Innelly said in her heart.

Then, she propped up her scarred, exhausted body and walked forward.

Her boots had worn out, and her toes were scratched on the hot, sharp gravel, and in a few moments they were scratched with fine scars.

But she didn't show the slightest expression of discomfort, she was already numb to this level of pain.

Finally, she saw a towering mushroom-shaped boulder not far away, casting a shadow under the umbrella with its back to the sun.

She immediately walked there.

In just a few hundred meters, all her strength had been exhausted, and in the end, she had almost used both hands and feet to climb under the umbrella.

She lay there for a long time, motionless.

If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of her abdomen, it would be hard not to suspect that she would have been dead for a long time.

A vulture tentatively landed beside her, staring at her with a sly and wary gaze, and it took a long time before he mustered up the courage to peck at her.

However, at this moment, Innelli suddenly opened her eyes, and there was a fierce and violent burning in them, like a vicious wolf.

Her body bounced off the ground like a spring, and her arms wrapped around the vulture's neck like steel pincers, then twisted it violently.

The vulture's body was still twitching, and Innelli gnawed at the vulture's neck like a real wolf, and the foul blood poured into its mouth, with a strong smell of rotting corpses and iron—disgusting.

It took a long time for her to let go of the vulture, and her body lay limply in the shade like a ball of cotton, but no vulture dared to act rashly.

She lay down for a long, long time, and this time, she was really unconscious.

As a witcher, her ability to adapt to demonic power made Inniri immune to the vulture's poisonous blood, and she quickly recovered her strength.

When she came to her senses again, she didn't know how much time had passed.

By this time, the sun had already sunk in the west, and it was almost dark.

She thought silently, "After dark, the temperature should plummet, but I have a bearskin cloak and I should be able to travel at night." ”

She didn't know where she was going, but if she wanted to live, she couldn't stay where she was.

For no one was going to save her, and Mr. Chalotra was too busy to take care of himself, and his situation was probably worse than she was, and she could not rely on anyone.

She began to organize her belongings.

The longsword was missing, but thankfully the dagger was still there, and the scabbard that held it slipped behind her, causing her to even forget it was there when she fought the vulture.

She found another leather bag, which contained a piece of crushed bread, as well as a few pieces of cured meat, and a broken water bag.

The water that came out of the hole had long since evaporated, and she was a little sad, because at this time her mouth was full of revenge, but even a spit was a luxury.

The vulture's corpse had become shriveled, but thankfully it was still there, proving that there were still edible monsters in the world.

She cut open the vulture's carcass with a short knife, cut off the stinking strips of flesh, put it in her mouth and chewed it, the feeling of nausea made her dizzy, and the pungent smell ran down her nostrils to the top of her head.

However, Heaven must have played a joke on Innelle.

When the sun had set and she was about to set off, white snowflakes fluttered in the air, and the temperature dropped to an unbearable level in a very short time.

Innelli wrapped her bearskin cloak tightly, still shivering with cold.

The bare soles of her feet stinged in the cold snowflakes, first tingling, then simply unconscious, and she just moved her legs mechanically.

Icy snowflakes fell all over his shoulders.

She climbed a small hill, and a trace of despair finally appeared in her eyes, and in front of her was a vast snowfield that was endless and not even undulating.

It seemed that she was the only living creature in the whole world, and even the vultures hovering in the sky had long since disappeared.

She couldn't find a shelter from the snow and light, and how far could she get out of this harsh environment?

She couldn't help but sit on the ground, with the cold wind whistling in her ears, and she whispered softly, "I'm sorry Leon, I missed the appointment, I couldn't do it after all." ”

The wind and snow soon buried Innelli, who had stood still.

She gave up.

But just then, a cold female voice rang in Innelli's ears.

She uttered a question, a language that was completely unfamiliar.

Innelli turned her head slowly, and saw the ghostly woman standing beside her at some point, dressed in black sacrificial robes.

"Who are you?"

The woman said a few more words, each of which was clearly audible, not in the same language as the rest, but Innelli still couldn't understand it.

Finally, as if the woman had thought of something, she held out her index finger against her temple.

Then, a cold voice sounded in Innili's head.

"Are you the new flame bearer?"

The woman wore a silver mask, covering only her eyes, and her voice was cold, like this snowstorm.

Innelli shook her head a little dazedly, she didn't understand what a fire bearer was, and she didn't know if this woman was a human or a demon.

Her consciousness had gradually blurred, and there was no way to support her to think seriously.

The woman pondered for a long time and realized the crux of the matter.

So she asked in a different way: "Do you want to survive?"

Innelli instinctively grasped this life-saving straw, and the strong desire to survive was clearly felt by the woman without any answer.

She spoke again: "Become a fire-bearer, and I'll let you live." ”