The night bled fire.
Deep in the Human Domain, the forge district of Ironvale blazed like a dying star. Towers of molten chimneys toppled, furnaces ruptured, and the screams of smiths and apprentices were drowned beneath the grinding of bone.
At the heart of it all stood a colossal figure… Kravox Bone-Tyrant, one of the 8 Demon Lords of the Demon Council.
Eight feet tall, plated in a blackened bone armor fused from thousands of corpses, he was like a God of Death itself.
His helm that was designed like a Demon skull grinned with eternal malice, fangs jutting down like scythes. In his clawed hands, a crooked staff dripped marrow as it pulsed with necrotic flame.
Around him, his legion stirred.
An army of skeletal horrors, smiths, guards, and civilians all corrupted by his powerful demonic energy raised again within minutes of their deaths, bones clicking as they fell under his dominion.
This was why he was a terror of the Demon Race.
