Two days later, it was finally the night for the feast of shadows and splendour in the royal palace of Bloodhorn.
The palace, a sinister blend of ethereal beauty and malevolent architecture, stood as a testament to the grandeur and power of the demon kings who ruled over this otherworldly domain for time immemorial.
Constructed from obsidian and onyx, its towering spires and jagged edges pierced the heavens, casting eerie shadows against the dimly lit sky.
Guests from all corners of the demonic realm had gathered, their forms an amalgamation of otherworldly beauty and terrifying monstrosity. As they entered the palace, they passed through colossal obsidian gates adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of chaos, conquest, and ancient rituals. Torches lined the entrance, casting a flickering light that danced across the ominous atmosphere.
