[ Demon Realm ]
The sky above the Demon Realm was a swirling storm of crimson clouds and black lightning. The land was barren and cracked, stretching endlessly under the blood-red moon.
A massive army of demons stood on this desolate plain, lined in perfect formation—but fear gripped their hearts. Even the strongest among them seemed tense, as if awaiting something far more terrifying than death.
Each demon bore horns of various shapes—twisted, curved, jagged—crowning their heads like cursed thrones.
Their skin ranged from deep maroon to shadowy gray, and some had glowing eyes, leathery wings, or tails tipped with venom. Among them stood towering Demon Lords and Generals, cloaked in dark armor, radiating oppressive auras that made the air itself tremble.
These were beings capable of leveling entire kingdoms on their own… and yet, unease shimmered in their eyes.
Suddenly, a group of demon scouts sprinted across the battlefield, shouting at the top of their lungs.
