As the Purple Crystal Dome slowly extinguished, night fell silently.
A heavy atmosphere enveloped the sky above Demon City, as if even the wind was frozen by an invisible pressure, suspended in this silent land.
The Dragon family's estate stood tall, like a sleeping ancient fortress. The towering obsidian walls shimmered with a faint magic power glow, guarding the family's generations of accumulated power and pride.
The surroundings were encircled by swirling crimson lava, flowing with a hot and dangerous light, isolating the entire estate from the outside world, like a fortress isolated in an abyss.
However, this fortress, sturdy as iron, was now shrouded in an aura of despair.
Accompanied by the Death Knights, the Judgers of the Truth Department had arrived, and their oppressive presence had long since surpassed those high walls.
Under the night, scarlet robes floated like rolling magma upon armor as solid as obsidian rock.
