The city of Baresan reeked of sulphur and smoke, its jagged towers looming like teeth biting into the sky.
Inside the demon-occupied territory of Star Land, this stronghold thrived on blood and fire. Everywhere you look, you will only find traces of destruction and chaos. Bloody streets filled with slaves of different races being sold and slaughtered.
Somewhere they are being herded like sheep for their delicious meat. And among all this chaos is a palace, and in the deepest chamber of its heart sat Demon Lord Kaziraik.
He lounged on a throne carved from obsidian, the veins of the black stone glowing faintly with infernal runes. The chamber was drenched in a sickly crimson glow from blood-red lamps. The scent of iron hung heavy, mixing with the perfume of burning incense.
