Wasteland Law Enforcer: Starting with Devouring Gods

Rough hemp ropes cut into her wrists, rubbing against scabbed old wounds, burning with pain. Yunzhi was roughly shoved, her feet stepping on gravel and unknown bones, hurting the soles of her feet. The air was thick with the smell of blood, mixed with scorched earth and a sickly sweet decay, making her stomach churn. She wanted to vomit, but the rag stuffed in her mouth blocked her throat, allowing only whimpers. The altar. That was the end of her being dragged. An altar built from broken steel bars and charred bricks, tilted toward the leaden sky. A few tattered beams of light tore through the clouds, barely illuminating the place. Around her stood people in the white robes of the Holy Flame Society, their faces filled with nauseating fanaticism and indifference. Those indifferent gazes, like blades, scraped across her skin inch by inch.