While Raven and his group were moving to face yet another challenge, they remained oblivious to the fact that the humans in the demon realm—the ones they wanted to save—were undergoing challenges as well.
............................
In the fifth hell of the demon realm, which wasn't what mortals imagined it to be—no rivers of lava, no skies of fire, no endless screams—instead, the landscape stretched out beneath a twilight sky that never changed.
There was no sunrise, no moon, no stars—only an eternal evening, painted in dull purples and crimson streaks.
Grass swayed beneath a wind that smelled faintly metallic, and trees twisted toward the heavens as though reaching for a light that would never come.
In a secluded corner of this eerie stillness stood a castle.
Its black spires rose like jagged teeth, cloaked in shadow, hidden so deep within this realm that no map could mark its place.
Inside, the great hall was alive with noise.
