The air in the lower halls of the demon palace was thick, heavy with the scent of iron and ancient magic. The faint drip of liquid—water, blood, who could tell?—echoed in the distance as Remu staggered to her feet, her body trembling from the effort. The robed demon with glowing violet eyes gestured for her to follow, his cold smile never wavering. She didn't trust him, didn't trust this place, but her legs moved anyway, driven by a mix of curiosity and dread. Her bare feet slapped against the stone floor, each step sending a jolt of pain through her aching limbs. The glyphs on the walls pulsed faintly, their reddish-black light casting eerie shadows that danced across her pale skin.
"Where are you taking me?" Remu's voice was rough, barely above a whisper, her throat still raw from whatever ritual had dragged her back from the void.
The demon didn't look back. "Lord Daniel wishes to see you."
