The Demon Cult's Headquarters.
A place that once struck terror into the hearts of all who heard its name, an impenetrable fortress built to withstand any siege, and a sanctuary where the fanatical followers of the cult once roamed freely,now stood cloaked in an eerie stillness.
The oppressive aura that once radiated from its blood-soaked walls had not faded, but morphed into something heavier, almost mournful.
Gone were the harrowing screams of tortured souls that used to echo through its shadowed corridors. Now, only silence reigned.
No footsteps, no whispered chants, not even the scurry of vermin dared disturb the quiet. It wasn't peace that filled the air, but a suffocating stillness, like the entire fortress was holding its breath.
The mood was neither triumphant nor relieved. It was simply... sombre.
"So… The old man kicked the bucket, huh?"
