In the heart of the Abyss, where molten rivers flowed beside jagged black cliffs and the very air burned with raw mana, the Centennial Bino Festival had begun — an event only held once every hundred years to honor strength, bloodline, and dominance.
Tens of thousands of demons gathered in a massive crater that served as the Bino Clan's dueling ground. Cracked obsidian stone formed a circular arena at its center, Fires danced in bone sconces around the circle, casting flickering orange light across the roaring crowd.
At the center of the arena stood Malara, the youngest and most promising warrior of the Bino. She was tall — towering over most demons — but retained the graceful proportions of a human. two curved horns arched back from her forehead, her black hair tied high in a coiled braid. Her wings, leathery and midnight-black, tucked closely against her back. Her crimson eyes burned with fire, and her feet were bare, grounded firmly on the etched stone.
