Iblis fell to his knees, gasping and shaking in pain. Yayis and Shams tried to interfere, seeing what happened; however, the door shut before they could react. Malik sat next to Iblis and caught him as he fell. He rested a hand on the chain and pulled it. He glanced at Iblis. “Too much blood loss?” Iblis whined in pain and nodded slowly. Malik glanced back at the chain. “Bear with it. I can only self-heal.” He yanked the chain. “Oh! You found me!” The director jumped out of the floor, holding the other end of the chain. “What will you do? I found your secret hideout.” He smirked. “You’re too soft. Even being the warden of hell didn’t steel you up. Unable to kill anyone… You’re weak!” Iblis gasped as the director pulled his leg and snatched it away. Malik gripped him tighter, his eyes

