The bone-chilling black wind carried a rich scent of blood and decay, howling as it swept across the land. In the wind, sinister demon vines danced wildly, their tendrils covered in backward-growing bone spurs and crimson eyes. Each sway seemed to search for living creatures to devour.
In the depths of this land of withered silence and violent turmoil, there lay a dark abyss that seemed to swallow the entire universe. Within the abyss, countless pairs of blood-red eyes flickered, each gaze carrying the most primal greed, hunger, and malice. They watched every creature that was not of the Nine Netherworlds, as if the entire world was slowly and cruelly chewing on the despair of all the lost souls in the universe.
At the very core of this abyss hovered a grand and ancient palace—the Demon King Palace.
