Location: Crimson Hollow (Hidden Sanctuary, Demon Realm)
Time: Day 219 (Doha Actual) - 10 Voidmarch, 9938 AZI
Realm: Demon Realm
Crimson Hollow existed in a place most demons had forgotten and other races never knew.
Deep beneath the Scorched Wastes, where volcanic heat met demon essence in a fusion that had lasted since before the Cataclysm, a chamber waited. Not large—maybe thirty feet across—but ancient. Walls carved from obsidian that had cooled in patterns resembling reaching flames. Floor worn smooth by millennia of careful feet. Ceiling lost in darkness above, though sometimes essence signatures flickered there like distant stars.
Heiteng materialized through the teleport anchor with practiced ease, obsidian scales gleaming in the crimson light cast by veins of molten rock threading through the chamber walls. The heat would've killed most beings. For dragons and demon royalty? Comfortable as a warm hearth.
