In a huge dark hall stood towering black pillars stretching into the shadows above.
The air became heavy and cold, filled with a faint smell of ash and blood. A deep silence hung over the place until a thick crimson mist began to gather in the center of the room. The mist twisted and turned, glowing faintly as it formed a tight circle that pulsed like a beating heart.
From the mist, several figures slowly appeared, with their bodies covered in shadows. They didn't look human.
Their eyes glowed faintly, and their presence alone made the air feel heavy and hard to breathe. Each one took a seat on a throne that rose from the ground as if summoned by their power.
They were the the Demon Kings,the ruler of the Demon continent.
The first to speak was a tall figure with burning eyes and long black horns. His voice was sharp and cold.
"The humans have become quite noisy these days."
