The truck struck her full force and everything ended in an instant.
Mark kept staring at the site of the accident, unable to look away, until the Demon Lord's voice pulled him from his trance.
"You know," she said quietly, her eyes fixed on the street. "Many times I wished I had really died that day."
"…Why?"
"Because that day was when the real nightmare began…"
The Demon Lord snapped her fingers again and the scenery changed once more.
The early-morning street, the convenience store, and the body on the pavement faded away, replaced all at once by a completely different place.
Now they found themselves in an enormous cavern, with damp rock walls faintly reflecting the light of some glowing crystals.
The air felt cold and the distant sound of dripping water echoed throughout the space.
And at the center of that cavern was a group of seven people.
Mark studied them one by one.
There was an elf with light green hair, wearing silver armor that glinted faintly.
