In the Fallen Realm, where everything was shrouded in a thick, dark mist that clung to the ground and obscured the landscape.
Two demons hurried toward a massive castle, their footsteps echoing across the desolate surroundings. Both had curved horns protruding from their heads and bat-like wings folded against their backs.
Their dark robes billowed as they moved, and panic was evident in their expressions.
The slits of their blood-red eyes glowed with a dark, ominous hue.
The demons guarding the castle gates did not stop them. Nor did anyone interfere as they hurried deeper into the castle, passing through vast, dimly lit corridors lined with grotesque yet strangely exquisite objects crafted from the remains of dead beings.
They finally came to a halt before a large chamber draped in heavy crimson curtains.
Inside, an enormous bed dominated the space, its shaking brown frame partially obscured by a dim, blood-colored glow.
